Unforgettable Memories (Dramione Fanfic)

6. Rehab & Reminiscence

In Lyon, Marco greeted Draco at the door.

"Good evening Mr. Malfoy," He bowed

"Good evening Marco. How many times do I have to remind you that Mr. Malfoy is reserved for my father?

"Apologies Draco." He quickly corrected.

"Where is your mistress?"

Usually, she would come flying down the staircase by now, laden with expensive jewelry and clad in the latest fashion giving him her best soap-opera-like performance. 

"In the library," Marco replied taking Draco's bag.

Library? Draco was startled. What was she doing in the library? Pansy wasn't known for her bookish habits. He almost laughed at the thought of Pansy huddled in a corner her head in an old book surround by other equally old and heavy books. The image shifted. No, not Pansy but her. She enjoyed those simple things in life. His chest tightened. He would think about her later. Now wasn't the time.

"Has she fashioned a new taste for literature? Is she dating? Who is he? A writer? A poet perhaps?" Draco mused

"She has been indulging in wine, sir. She has almost finished a bottle on her own."

Draco nodded his head. That sounded more like her. "This evening alone?"

"Oh yes, sir. I have taken the liberty to restock our wine cellar. It is being depleted with an alarming rate"

"I expected nothing less from a fine butler such as yourself."

"I thank you, sir. Do you wish for me to announce you?"

"I'll do that on my own. Thank you, Marco." Draco smiled and turned in the direction of the library. As he expected, upon entrance she flung herself at him.

"I missed you. I thought you weren't coming." She pouted

Draco rolled his eyes at her statement. She had practically guilt-tripped him into coming just like all the other times. This was the melodrama that he had lived with for a year?

"Pansy I didn't fly over here to exchange pleasantries I have to go back soon."

She pouted. "You are no fun anymore."

"You've just now noticed? I haven't been 'fun' for years now," Draco said ready to be away from her "Where is Blaise?"

"You really are dreadful you know that?"

"Yes, I know. My mother reminds me bi-weekly Now, Blaise?" He asked raising a brow before Pansy huffed and turned around to lead him to Blaise's room

"Go on and get him out," Pansy said as she gestured at the door. Draco could the smell the drugs from out here. The television volume was definitely set to its highest.

He walked into the unlocked room and closed the door behind him. It was pitch black except for the light emitting from the flat-screen T-V. He shuffled over to the curtains and opened them letting in the bright rays of the midmorning sun.

 "Close the damned curtains" Blaise choked out from his position on the floor next to the bed. He was scantily clad, knees up to his chest and shivering. From fear, the cold or withdrawal Draco had yet to decipher

"I'll close them back in a while. Hi Blaise, Pansy says you're all over the place and she's scared. Need some help?" Blaise's head snapped up at the sound of Draco's voice.

"I'm scared," He sobbed.  "This batch is defective. It isn't even working. I need something new Draco." 

 "Have you eaten this week bud? You look like hell." Draco stooped to his level inspecting him further.

"I feel like it. I haven't been hungry," Blaise muttered through his hands trying to block out the bright morning sun.

" I've got a week before I have to fly back. I'm willing to hand feed you- french toast and-"

"Fresh raspberries?" Blaise whispered.

"With the freshest raspberries, you spoiled bastard." Draco grinned "But you've got to co-operate with me you hear?"

"I'll be good," Blaise promised

The next hour was spent getting Blaise to eat and have a bath after which he fell into a fitful sleep Draco sat on the couch in the room eating a sandwich and sipping on a beer.  He began to think about his past. When he fell in love for the first time. and to his surprise, it was returned tenfold. The subject of his affections? Hermione Granger. He smiled as he recalled the times they snuck out after curfew and made it just before it had lifted He remembered the last time they spoke. Just before they had graduated they met in the room of requirement. They made love and afterward, she was in tears;

"What's wrong you didn't-" he was startled at her reaction

"No, it's not that it's just-" She put her face in her hands, her sobs rendering her unable to finish her sentence

"You regret it," Draco said his head hung low

"You never let me finish. I don't regret it. I never will.  What about your parents? What would they say?" She asked looking up at him. His parents? what were they to do with anything? 

"I could care less about my father and as for my mother, my happiness is her happiness."

"And me? What about Harry? Or Ginny? Ron?"  She sobered up at the mention of her unattentive fiancee 

"You're just going to let them decide what you should do with your life?" he questioned.

"They are family!"

"Just because you've known them for years doesn't mean they deserve your undying fealty ."

"And you deserve mine?" She fired back.

"What do you want me to say!" He looked at her helplessly his arms wide open

'Say you will stay with me. Say that you will marry me. You'll take me away and we'll live happily together just as we have been here forever.' she thought as she looked at him, the tears filling her eyes. 

None of those words left either of their lips. 

Draco came back to reality when he heard Blaise shift in his sleep. Blaise reminded him of her sometimes yet he didn't know why. With Pansy, it was obvious. The figure, height, and at the time of their marriage, her hair colour was eerily similar to hers. Blaise's stubbornness and ready wit could be possible reasons. That coupled with the tough facade he had on for show when he was, in fact, a bleeding heart. He sighed as he changed Blaise's sweat-soaked sheet for the third time. A barrel of 'what if's' hitting him left, right and center.