Love, Lies, & Losses (A Dramione Fanfic)

Chapter 8

*A/N Here's chapter 8, I wanted to thank whoever is reading this right now because they waited through my busy, writer's block period, thank you so much! Now, onward Stanley, to destiny! (If you get that reference, please comment)*

*Pansy POV*

I was really nervous to go back to London and see all my friends again. Ron and I had taken a week off from our Muggle jobs, where I was a doctor, and Ron was an accountant.

We made loads of money, and every month, we would convert half of our savings into Galleons and sent 50 to his mother, who almost always refused, and sent it back, but every month, he sent it anyway.

I hadn't spoken to my family in almost 14 years, but I, surprisingly, didn't miss them, I wasn't upset. If I had to give up my parents, in exchange for my perfect life with my husband and children, it was a price I was willing to pay, and as Ron so often points out, they never deserved someone as awesome as me for a daughter anyway.

Unfortunately, visiting my friends, meant visiting them too, and I was going to do that first, while Ron wasn't around. I absentmindedly brushed my long, black hair. I took a deep breath, I wanted to get this over with.

I apparated closer and closer to my parents' house. I stood in front of the large Mahogany door for at least 10 minutes, debating with myself. What should I say? Whatever, I'll improvise.

I grabbed the large, brass, snake knocker and hit it once, twice, thrice against the door.

"Enter, for it is open," I heard the calm and collected voice of my mother. I walked in and saw my mother and father drinking coffee at the table in the sitting room.

Neither of them had jobs, because we were the richest family in the Wizarding World, after the Malfoys, of course. I was rigid, it's a good thing I didn't rehearse a speech because I was sure I would have forgotten it.

"Mother, Father," I said in a tone as cold as I could make it.

"Pansy," my father started acidly, "How nice of you to finally join us after so many years."

"I wasn't sure if I was invited."

"You were not, you still aren't, but it's never stopped you before."

"Well, I have matured."

"Matured, hmm, in what way? Have you left the Blood Traitor, abandoned your little blood-traitor children, married a pureblood, no? Well then, I see no maturing."

"I love Ron."

"Love pfft," my father said, "you think your mother and I love each other? Love doesn't matter in a relationship. What matters is blood status, pride-" He was cut off as my mother ran upstairs sobbing.

I certainly wasn't going to stay here alone with my father who surely wanted me dead, so I followed her, not stopped by him, who seemed unfazed.

"Mother, are you alright?"

"I wish the Dark Lord never existed. Yes, you father and I's marriage was arranged, but I grew to love him, and I was sure he did too. But then V-v-Voldemort came along and taught all of his stupid Death Eaters that what mattered was pride, and power, that love was a weakness, and you shouldn't let yourself get attached to anything or anyone. It was a lesson that your father never un-learned, and it has haunted me ever since." I stayed silent during her rambling and she continued,

"Now you hate me, and-" I stopped her there,

"I could never hate you, you may have disowned me, but in my heart, you are still my mother, and I love you, even if it is only unconditionally."

She sobbed into my shoulder,

"Oh Pansy, I'm so sorry, can you ever forgive me?"

"I could learn to, I suppose." We stayed like that for a while, bringing tears to my own eyes, as well as more to hers.

*3rd POV*

Little did Pansy know that rebuilding burned bridges with family members was happening somewhere else as well, with someone well known to her.

*Hermione POV*

The next morning, after Draco explained the letter sent to him by Ron, he suggested we go together to pick up Scorpius and Rachel from his parents.

He explained to me that Lucius had gotten out of Azkaban for good behavior one year previously. He said that his mother and I were already good friends. We had to go to explain them my situation.

When we apparated, I let go of Draco's arm, and then I heard the word I dreaded most

"Crucio!"

My instinct, of course, was to throw my hands over my head and throw myself to the ground, which is exactly what I did. I waited for the pain to come, but it didn't. Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco looked at me oddly.

"Did no one else hear that?! You! Are you still trying to torture me because I'm a Mudblood!?" I started to sob. Draco groaned,

"How could I have forgotten. My father always does that now, it freaked you out the first time too, look, he's not even holding his wand."

"What happened?" Lucius and Narcissa said at the same time, then looking lovingly at each other.

"Hermione has lost all recollection of any memory with me in it."

"WHAT?!" they shrieked, unanimously again. We explained everything, or everything we knew, anyway, which wasn't a whole lot.

"Well, if your plan is to not tell your children, then it's a good thing they weren't in the room when you arrived. My dear, I am very sorry that I made you feel afraid and unsafe, and I sincerely apologize."

"Wow, Azkaban has really changed you, hasn't it?" He grew rigid, then relaxed and nodded,

"Yes, yes it did."

A/N So there we go, next chapter will probably be about Pansy and Ron's visit to London, how will Ron react, Pansy? Who knows? I do! I sincerely hope you all like reading this story, and I will be very sad when it is over. Anyway, this is the final chapter that will be posted this week, can't wait to write more!

Ciao,

Guilloteen12

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