The Chemicals Between Us Chapter 38: He needs you, a harry potter fanfic

" He needs you..."

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Hours after the battle…

Pansy waited anxiously, any word from Nott. She wanted to see Marko, tell him how she had realized she loved him all along, that she was too stubborn to see through him because Draco was in her mind all the time they had been married.

There was a roar from the fire and Theodore Nott stepped out from it. There was dried blood and fresh blood all over him. His boots were dirty, his robes torn, his hair in disarray. His mouth was drawn in a straight line.

" Nott? " Pansy stood up, fear rising up her throat. She went up to him and fisted her palms. " Where is-? "

" Pansy- " Nott began. His voice cracked. " I tried to- Blaise, he- " Nott said nothing more, suddenly feeling Pansy's grief in his chest.

" He's gone? " Pansy whispered. And the room suddenly spun around her, her chest was failing her, she felt cold and alone…abandoned…

" I'm sorry, " Nott said in a grave voice. " Believe me Pansy…"

" I- I know you are…" her voice trailed off. And she sank to a chair and felt cold fingers over her trembling lips, fingers that belonged to her. And she felt her heart sinking further and further. There was a flutter in her abdomen.

" Pansy- "

" He's gone…" she uttered. " Nott…how could…Blaise…he? Oh, god…he's gone…how can he be gone? He's- I love him…I wanted to tell him the special news…why? " And she began to cry, an anguish resounding throughout the room.

Nott wanted to comfort her, but he felt responsible for her husband's death somehow. " Pansy- I- how do I say this, Pansy? I tried…it wasn't enough, I know I should've- "

" It's- not your fault…" she whispered. And she squeezed her eyes shut, imagining Marko running up to her, embracing her, kissing her lips softly…and he would give her a gift, any gift that fancied his eyes, no matter how expensive, and she would welcome him and then tell him that they were going to have a child…a girl or a boy…it would not matter…as long as he would be there, to share her new found joy…

And Pansy was catapulted back into the last hours she had shared with Marko. How his lips lingered at her own, how she felt a shiver when he did, how she felt helpless and alone when he explained he would be off for work at the strangest hour.

And she felt regret swell in her, the pain that came crashing through, knowing she had ignored that shiver, knowing how she should have told Marko that she no longer thought of Draco and loved him the way she did to Marko now.

Marko was never coming back…

" Nott, " she began, looking up to him, tears streaming down her face. " I loved him; you know…it was no longer Draco. I wanted to tell it to him, I was just too afraid to face what I felt…"

" Tell that to your child, " Nott said quietly. " He would want to hear that. "

Nott had said he. It was a sign. A very good sign. There would be another Marko in her life. A boy she would love…she would shower him with all the love she had not shown to his father.

" Thank you, " she finally said.

Theodore Nott nodded once and stepped into the fire place once more, determined not to show his own pain.

And when Nott left, Pansy walked for the bedroom she and Marko shared and looked around. The room was just as he had left it. His favorite hat was hung on a rack, his coat carelessly thrown on a plush couch near the foot of the bed. She walked to his dresser and sprayed the air with his perfume. She inhaled a musky scent, memories of him flooding to her again.

And Pansy threw herself on their bed and cried once more.

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" This way, madam…" a gruff voice said.

The extravagant looking woman walked down the dark hall, the stench of rats and dampness prevailing. She frowned, disgusted at the lack of cleanliness. True, Azkaban had been better off without the Dementors, punishments varied, depending on the severity of the cases, but the cleanliness had not improved at all. The halls were lighted with glowing balls of fire, dark cells with heavy bars- people screaming…

She shuddered and wrapped her fur around her tighter, the latest gift from her latest husband- who wasn't dead yet. She wondered what made her come here, why she contemplated to come here, when she knew there was no more hope…

She had corresponded sporadically with him in the last few months, and she wrote quick letters and inserted pictures, and he replied with seven words at most; and she didn't seem to mind at all. Not until they had called her.

And she reached to another heavy metal door and she walked through, the place now progressed to the stench of rotten eggs and cabbages. She tried not to breathe, tried placing her lace kerchief over her nose. It was overpowering.

" Madam, " the Auror said. He opened another door and she entered a low ceiling room, some glass looking barrier, separating her from the other side of the room.

She sat down a wooden chair and gasped, seeing him at the corner of the room. And she gripped her kerchief. She touched the barrier and there was a strong shock. She gasped.

" I'm sorry, madam, " the Auror said, not looking sorry at all.

She raised her chin high. " Does he still recognize people? " she queried in a self-aggrandizing way.

" I think he does…but his sanity's been- "

" No more from you, thank you, " she snapped. She turned to face the partition once more, a dim light shining across her. " Blaise…" she called out.

He stood up from his ratty looking bed and frowned at her. His eyes glared widely, red rimmed- a sign that he did not sleep well at all. He approached the partition. " Are you one of them? " he hissed at her. His face had burn marks. Shiny looking pale ones against his dark skin and his lower lip was bloody.

" What? " his mother began.

" You know…one of the Master's servants…you're going to get me out of here, right? " he asked her, a smile plastered on his face now.

" No, " she uttered, her hand going over her mouth. " I am not- "

" Then go away, " he muttered darkly. " He'll find a way to come back. I was loyal. I was the only one who did not betray him- "

" Blaise- "

" I did it, I gave it all I had…but they betrayed me. He won't betray me. He'll come for me. Just you want…bloody Aurors…they'll pay. They'll shudder in fear and piss in their pants once he comes for me. I'll get out of this stinking hospital – they'll never keep me in here…"

" Blaise! " she cried out, unable to stand seeing her son like that.

He quieted down and sat on his bed again, looking at her suspiciously. " I think they're poisoning my food. Who are you? " he spat out.

" You do not remember me? "

" No…" he began. " You just sound familiar…someone used to talk to me like that when I was younger…"

" I'm- " she choked, an overwhelming feeling of sadness suddenly coming over her chest. " I'm your mother. "

His eyes narrowed. " Mother? " he scoffed. " I was alone. For quite some time. I do not remember you coming into my life. Be careful here, " he added with a whisper. " They serve us poisoned food. I'd rather eat the rats. I've been doing it since yesterday. " He pointed to a corner of the room where a dead rat was, its head bitten off.

She shuddered and gave a short cry. Her son, her Blaise…he was gone…he was in front of her, but he was gone…regrets always came last. And the regret she felt now gave her oceans of tears.

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He was lying down, under a large tree in his manor's grounds. He was sleeping, dreaming of Daphne Greengrass and how wonderful it was that he had finally spoken words that he had never thought he'd say. I love you, he had said. And he did not mind at all.

Someone slowly crept up to him as he slept, her dark hair waving in the wind. She was wearing a simple dark blue dress, with lace at the collar and at the hem. She smiled as she gazed at him, lovingly. They would take things slow…and it was beautiful to know that she loved someone, loved someone she had not realized in all her years in Hogwarts.

She leaned over to kiss him and he woke up that instant and smiled. " Hey you, " he said lazily.

She smiled as he kissed the tip of her nose. " Had a wonderful sleep? " she asked him as she snuggled beside him.

He nodded. " I had this wonderful dream that someone named Daphne Greengrass loved me. You just took away that wonderful dream. "

She laughed. " I'm not as good a substitute as her? "

" Beggars can't be choosers, " Theodore Nott said as he embraced her. She pouted and Nott laughed again and kissed her on the lips.

" Want to eat? " she asked him.

" Again? " Nott said. " You know, I'm getting fatter in the two days of recovery I've been given. "

" Haha, " she said. " It's all part of the healing process. "

" Do you think- " he began. " Do you think the trial will turn out alright? "

Daphne was quiet for awhile, as they listened to the wind rustling through the leaves. She thought about the upcoming trial, if they were going to be imprisoned or if they were going to get away scot-free. Perhaps they deserved a bit of punishment for what they had done. Daphne knew she couldn't even blame herself. Seduced by power and the thought that she could clean up their family name…her mother did not give a care in the world. She had sent Daphne a letter of love, asking if she was alright, if she needed some assistance- and Daphne knew that loving her mother was just not meant to be for her. She had long searched for love, had once thought Blaise could have given it, but Blaise's affection was more of obsession. Theodore Nott was different…she saw a love that was different.

Theodore Nott looked at Daphne's figure as he held her close to him. He could almost hear her heart beat in accordance with his own. It had been a wrong perception, that Daphne had loved Draco romantically. Daphne had only thought that Draco was the older brother she never had. She had proven that the fateful night Nott told her he loved her, when he tried hard to protect her- when everything went wrong…but something had gone quite right that night. When he came through with what he felt, the feeling he had been trying to prevent since sixth year at Hogwarts. He had almost succeeded...and then circumstances made them meet once more, to form the new DeathEaters and he felt that old feeling come back once more. This time it was real, this time, he had Daphne Greengrass closer to him than he had expected.

" I think it will, " Daphne finally said. She stared at the ring Nott gave her and smiled.

He gave a nod, reassured that nothing would be as bad as having Daphne away from him.

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Lupin was sleeping when he felt a figure pounce on him. He laughed and embraced his son as he sat down on the chair.

" How was school? "

" Bloody- "

" Don't use that word, Sirius. "

" Sorry, da. "

" Alright, how was school? "

He grinned. " It was fine, da. I got five stars today. "

" Very good. "

" Is that all you can say, da? "

" Very good, Sirius. "

" Da! " he pouted and Lupin pounced on him and began to tickle him in various places. They were laughing out loud when Tonks came into view.

" Boys, supper. " She stood in the doorway, smiling at the two of them. Happy that everything was just the way it should be. Her hair this time was a dark green, that was opposite to Sirius' blue.

Lupin smiled up at her as he stopped wrestling with his son. " We're coming. Smells wonderful, by the way. What are we having? "

" Roast…" she said with a grin.

" Race you to the dining table? " Lupin asked his son.

Sirius nodded. " Ready, set, go! "

And they both ran, with Tonks laughing behind and Lupin slowed down to let Sirius reach first. And Sirius jumped up and down before he sat in his chair.

"Did you see me run, mum? " he bragged. " Did you see how fast I was? "

Lupin held his hands up. " I can't believe I lost to you! " He grinned and sat down his chair, across Sirius who was grinning wildly.

" Mum was right, maybe Uncle Ron should eat his veggies. "

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Narcissa Malfoy awoke that fateful day when the resurrection ceremonies had gone wrong. She woke up disoriented and tired, wondering why on earth she had fallen asleep on a stiff couch. She massaged her temple, wondering why she felt cold as well. It had just turned 6 in the morning, but despite the headache, she wondered where Draco was…

There was a shuffle of feet, and she saw their house elf, at her feet, its eyes full of tears, its mouth trembling, and hands clasped tightly.

" What is wrong? " Narcissa asked, a sudden alarm rising through her.

The house elf handed a letter with a mournful look. " It's a letter, Madame, it is. "

Narcissa slowly reached for it, did not notice her fingers were shaking now. The letter was from Draco. And tears began spilling to her cheeks despite not having read the contents yet.

" I have told no one, after all this time. You are the first to know. The Unbreakable vow died when Snape died. He took the promise to his grave. And I trust you will do the same…Keep Draco safe? I'm quite sure he isn't getting into the same business his father had gotten into…had gotten killed for…" her voice shook, betraying her distress.

" You can trust me, " Lupin finally said, softly.

And once she read the contents, she sank to the carpet floor, rocking herself back and forth at how it turned out for her and her beloved son. Draco! Her Draco! What happened? What had she done! Did Lupin do his best! Draco was dead? He couldn't be! Not Draco! Draco! Draco! Her son!

Images of Draco swam in her head….

" Mum! " he cried out, holding a fistful of peonies in one pale hand. " Look what I have for you! "

Draco smiled and kissed her cheek. " Then I'll always be your little boy. "

"Mum, " he said. " Well, I'm kind of settled down, I just bought a house, townhouse actually, of course I'll visit- mum- " he said over the phone. " Please don't get melodramatic on me- "

He smiled and wondered how his mother would react. " Hermione Granger. "

Draco leaned forward and put a hand over his mother's well manicured hand. " Mother, please- don't worry, you know I'm here- "

" Madame, another letter, there is…" the elf said. It was from St. Mungo's. she read it quickly and the letter dropped on the floor.

She stood up shakily, aided by a chair and then she apparated for St. Mungo's.

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Harry smiled at her and told her he loved her- he didn't want to let go of her- and that he knew who he would spend his lifetime with. Hermione laughed and cried at the same time as she looked at the two-carat diamond ring inside of the small red box.

" I was wondering if you'd be Mr. Harry Potter's companion for life? " he asked her, his eyes shining its glorious green.

And she nodded wildly, embracing Harry like she'd never let go…

And the scene changed and turned into some room of the Malfoy manor, and Draco was holding her hand, saying he never loved anyone as he had loved her. " Be mine, Hermione? I'll take care of you- just like what Harry would have wanted…"

And Harry was standing beside Draco, nodding at her, his eyes with maggots, a whole in his chest…" Hermione…do it…I'm loving you through him…"

And Hermione ran away from them, running through some dark hall, filled with vines and the hissing of snakes, and she saw Lord Voldemort at the end of the hall, his eyes blinking at her in a strange manner, and he smiled at her and held out his arms. " A heart for a heart, darling…" he said using Draco's voice.

She backed away and found herself falling through some deep pit, desperately trying to grab onto something, and she found a vine, but the vine turned into a snake, and she let go of it, and she continued to fall down, down, down…she cried out and landed into some pool of black colored water, and she could feel something slithering below her…

" Help! " she cried out. " Please? Help me! "

And she saw Ron in front of her, his face pale, his eyes crying tears of blood.

" Ron! " she gasped, reaching out to touch him.

And Ron stumbled for her, his eyes suddenly swarmed with spiders…and they climbed out of his sockets and Hermione screamed and stumbled through the dark waters, and she found herself face to face with Ginny, who had a knife on her head. And she cried out as Ginny smiled and told her not to worry.

And the scene changed once more. And she was at some far away place, a grave. And she saw Harry's grave, with flowers on them…and she saw another tombstone beside Harry's, and it had her name on it…she reached out to touch it, and she felt its welcoming call…

" We want you…we need you…Harry needs you…" it whispered again and again. " We want you…we need you…Harry…Harry needs you…We want you... Draco needs you...Draco...Draco...He needs you...

Harry was gone.

Draco was gone.

And Hermione welcomed the darkness, that darkness that rang out with everlasting tranquility.

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