Bittersweet

Chapter Fourteen
Authors Note: Man its been a very long time since I’ve updated. I hope that I can finish this story some day. I know it has been a very long time since some of you (those who are actually reading this! Haha) has seen a new chapter and I’m sorry for that. I hope to have regular updates for you from now on. I’d really like to get this story along with another trilogy of mine finished before book 7 comes out. This chapter is small because I wanted to get something out right away. The next chapter will be a lot longer. Thanks for your patience!

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“You really shouldn’t drink when on a mission.” Barton said to Bellatrix once they got home.

“Well you shouldn’t fondle my tits in public either. But that’s just something I’m going to have to deal with.” She snapped back, while smiling indignantly.

He ignored her smug comment and grabbed her arm and threw her to the floor.

“Dirty” she yelled back condescendingly, becoming turned on as she tried to get off of the floor.

“You are going nowhere,” he yelled back keeping her glued to the floor with the weight of his body.

She smiled, “Lucius came by today. He was…asking about you.”

“Really?” He smiled back “…and…” he egged on.

Bellatrix smiled and laid her head back onto the floor, her breasts spilling out of her top.

“He took the bait. I told him that I would…contact him with the next move. He seemed to be satisfied with that answer.” She replied remembering the event, a small flicker of treachery appeared in her eyes.

“Did you do as I asked?” Barton said falling next to Bellatrix.

There was a silent pause. “Yes, although it wasn’t very good.”

“Yes, well it never was…was it?”

She didn’t reply, instead rolled onto her side to face him. “Never as good as you give it.” She smiled again as her eyes wandered up and down his body.

“You know damn well that whenever you do that, there’s never anytime for dinner after.”

“There’s enough to eat right here.” She simply said, touching the moist spot between her legs.

Barton looked down and smiled menacingly. “Don’t tease my taste buds. I will fuck you senseless right here. Just the thought of you talking about it gets me.”

Bellatrix played with her breasts rubbing them together as he spoke. Barton glanced at her torso and couldn’t help himself. He unbuttoned his trousers and ran himself into her, fucking ‘her senseless’. The screams from the living room could be heard throughout the house. As he gave it to her time and time again. He couldn’t help but think about how she had fucked Lucius earlier and how glad he felt to know that she was only his and that Lucius was only a pawn in his little game.

All his ducks were finally in a row.

Tomorrow he would go to Lord Voldemort to tell him of the next step. There would be no more stopping him now. He would beat Lucius at his own game; Bellatrix would never be in the hands of Lucius again, and Granger would be crying for her life by the end of the week.

The smell of near victory was oh so sweet.

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Patty and John stood in front of a stone. The stone read “a child lost to the world too you. Rest in Peace little one”.

She didn’t understand why John had taken her to the grave of her beloved child. She looked at him confused.

“Why are we here?” she asked quietly.

John looked at her with a determined look. “Reveal” he said to the grave and within minutes the grave was presented to them. The wooden box had a crack in the side.

Shocked and horrified on what she had just seen, she jumped back a little and glared at the man she had once been with. “What are you doing?” she shrieked.

“Showing you what I have been trying to tell you. Our baby is not dead.” He then lifted a piece of wood that was still intact to show that in fact there was no body in the casket.

Patty couldn’t keep her eyes off the box and its empty compartments. She didn’t understand. She couldn’t comprehend why the baby she had thought she’d lost wasn’t where he should have been. She started to panic.

“What? Where is our baby?” she pleaded.

John sighed, “That’s what’s so hard to deal with. For years, I looked and tried to find an answer until…luck found me. Six months ago, I was sitting in the Leaky Caldron when a man passed me an envelope that read your name. Confused by what and why this was given to me, the man, who was dressed in a cloak didn’t say anything and apparated before I could follow him. In the folder was a set of locations. Each location was a dead end. I only found abandoned bunkers, until I came upon another man that was staying in one of the bunkers. He was a wizard who had gone completely mad. When I finally was able to get information out of him, he feared to tell me that for several years, he who must not be named had been collecting muggle born children who had died, reviving them with new magic and creating an army for his followers. I was even more shocked to find that our child, the one we prized so much, was raised by this creature and is now part of his regime.

Patty couldn’t believe her ears.

Even ten years later she still couldn’t understand how that had happened. After the fact, she and John worked together side by side to find the finally location on the list of locations but were always lost and misled. They were again at a dead end. After two years of searching, her beloved baby was again gone. John tried and tried to find him, but Patty and he lost touch after that.

She went back to her life in her home and her husband. Her baby girl was all she had left now and she needed to focus on her. Even now that her daughter was grown up and would be graduating soon, she still thought of what would have happened if they didn’t stop looking, if they just tried a lot harder. But she couldn’t deal with that now. She wouldn’t let herself think of a ‘what if’ scenario. She was moving on, and she hoped that’s what John had done.

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Draco didn’t care about the whispering, he preferred it that way. He’d rather people be talking about him than Hermione. She had gone back home for a few days to recuperate from all of the media buzz around the castle. He was happy she wasn’t here for once. She needed some time alone, some time to get away from all of the nosey people of Hogwarts. He hated them day after day, but wouldn’t let that bring him down. Since he had finally ended things with Pansy his life had made a turn for the better. Pansy, being embarrassed that Draco Malfoy had left her for a muggle, had kept quiet for the most part. He knew she had many words to say to him, but every time he looked at her, the look in her eyes melted into madness and she would immediately turn her head away.

However, Potter and Weasley weren’t turning their heads. They glared at him regularly as if trying to kill him with their stares. The teachers noticed this almost immediately putting a stop to their incipit staring. For the most part, Draco had kept his mouth shut. He knew that the moment he made a snide comment or backlash at all of the talking, muttering, more rumours would spread, which was the last thing Hermione needed when she returned. He still hadn’t spoken to her since the kissing incident, but knew that she was recovering and would be in his harms soon. He didn’t doubt that, but knew that giving her space was what she needed.

He still worried for her safety nonstop, but Draco was assured by the staff that she was doing well and was safe. He didn’t doubt the Ministry and Hogwarts staff knew what they were doing, but then again, they didn’t know what his father was capable of. He knew the word of his break up with Pansy had reached his ears by now, and was fully expecting retribution.

A week had passed when Draco finally got word from Hermione. She wrote him a letter that barely said anything significant. She told him that she was thinking of him and that she would be ready to come back in a few days.

He didn’t know if he was becoming soft, but during break the next day, he found the Gryffindor duo on a patch of grass talking. They looked up at him and stood up almost simultaneously, “What do you want Malfoy!” Ron spoke.

“Is that a proper tone to greet someone Weasel” he said, noting the rude accusation he had just made; some things were just harder to quit.

“What do you want?” Potter asked in a lighter tone.

Malfoy sneered, “well if you must know, I came to share this with you.” He said, handing the note Hermione had given to him. “I thought you’d like to know how she has been, and I wasn’t sure if she had written you.”

They looked at the piece of parchment as if it were poisonous. “It won’t bite.” Draco said looking at them with a confused expression and forcing it towards them.

Potter took the note, read through it quickly and handed it to Ron. Ron didn’t say anything after he read it and handed it back over to Harry who then gave it back to Draco.

“Very well, see you too.” Draco said grabbing the paper and walking back up to the castle.

“Is that true what she said?” Ron yelled after him.

Draco turned around.

“What true?” Draco asked pausing.

“That she loves you.”

Draco smiled, looked at the paper,. “I sure hope so…” he paused then looked up at them, “because she means the world to me.”

Harry and Ron looked at one another and for the first time believed what Malfoy was saying to be true.