Yearning
A year. Had it really been only a year since he last saw her? Time is immeasurable in Azkaban; it flies and crawls all at once. He breathes in the smell of her hair and runs his hand along her soft cheek. Her frame fits perfectly into his arms and he wants her. Then and there. He kisses her, deeply, without a single thought, hoping to drown in her. He owed Tom a life debt just for making this single moment possible again.
"I've missed you si much, Bella. Needed you…"
She buried her face into his robes. "Oh, Tony…"
Jealousy
"Tony, I…I have something to tell you."
"Yes, darling?"
Bellatrix reached into a pocket of her cloak and took out a delicate golden ring with an elegant diamond and slipped it onto her left ring finger. "Rodolphus and I…we're engaged, Tony."
Antonin flinched and stepped back. Her words had knocked the breath out of him and for a moment, as images of Lestrange with his Bella flooded his imagination, Antonin was sure he would prefer another year with the Dementors rather than this suffocating feeling which threatened to eat away at his heart like acid until there was nothing left.
Possession
"I'm not your property! You have no right!"
"You are my wife!"
"Not yet. I am your bride and I have no intention of watching you take a mistress before we even make our vows…" Astoria breaks down and drops into an armchair, covering her face with her hands so that her fiancée wouldn't see the tears building up in her eyes. Draco crosses the drawing room, kneels before her and peals her hands from her face. "I'm just a trophy wife to you aren't I?" She asks quietly. "Just a…possession."
"No," he answers just as quietly. "Not a possession."
Addiction
Pansy didn't understand how it had happened but she was addicted. Addicted to the war –- Unfrorgivables, midnight flights and raids, Dolohov's orders shouted through the din of battle, black cloaks and midnight meetings, Headquarters, firewiskey. Addicted to pain – crying because she was scared for herself, her family, Draco, Mr. Dolohov, nothing making sense, Draco never being around anymore because he was too busy playing war hero. Addicted to the silence – secrets, alibis, the suspiciousness of everything and everyone, empty rooms, funerals and prison sentences of friends, dark corners, black roses, fear, imagined independence. Pansy was addicted to the Darkness.
Wanting
It's late and Pansy knows she should home by now. But something is keeping her at Headquarters. She waves her wand and brings to her a miniature of Hogwarts.
"What're you planning to do with that, Ms. Parkinson?" Dolohov's voice makes her turn, one hand going to her heart unconsciously.
"Nothing." She blushes and looks away. Antonin had become more to her in these past few months than she could have imagined. He was her commander, her inspiration… Now every time she sees him she wants to… Pansy blushes even more and before Dolohov can say another word, apparates home.