Part three to Harry Potter and the Year He Didn't Give a Fuck

QOTD: What color us your natural hair, and what color is it currently?

My answer: Brown, and it's currently blonde

Not even a second after Pansy had crashed to the floor, Draco and Blaise were both simultaneously jumping over the table, knocking over the pumpkin juice, and attempting to wake Pansy up.

After another second, Harry joined them, lifting her head carefully and begging her to wake up.

After yet another second, Hermione had managed to sprint over and was now crouched next to Pansy, shock and horror reflecting in her eyes.

Another two seconds would pass before McGonagall scooped the girl up and rushed her to the Hospital Wing, snapping at them to stay where they were, and leaving four shocked, broken teenagers in the Great Hall, staring after their best friend.

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It was another four days until they were allowed into the Hospital Wing. The second Hermione bolted over to their table and told them, Draco, Blaise, and Harry were out of their seats, the four of them rushing toward the Hospital Wing.

Draco's hand slipped into Harry's as they opened the doors to the Hospital Wing. 

They practically sprinted towards Pansy's bed, gasping slightly upon seeing her.

She was paler than Draco, eyes closed, but eyelashes tiredly fluttering upon their approach. 

"Do not touch her, Mr. Zabini."

Blaise snatched back his hand as though he'd been burned. Madam Pomfrey tutted as she waved her wand over Pansy, casting diagnostic spells. She sighed, before turning back to them.

"How is she doing?" Draco blurted out.

Madame Pomfrey frowned. "Patient confidentiality is extremely-"

"Fuck's sake, Poppy, they're my friends. Tell them."

Madame Pomfrey gave Pansy a cold look, before turning back to the four of them.

She started talking medical terms to them, telling them of Pansy's condition. 

Harry heard "epidural hematoma", "torn blood vessels", "blunt force trauma". He didn't understand it, didn't care. He just wanted one answer.

"Will she be okay?" he blurted out, cutting off Madam Pomfrey mid-sentence.

She sighed, looking down at the black-haired girl in front of her. "It is possible she will be okay, but if the hematome expands within the skull and presses on the brain, it will cause death."

Pansy's eyes suddenly widened slightly, and she bent over the side of her bed and promptly vomited into the bucket next to her.

Harry had had enough of this. 

"You're a fucking witch!" he shouted angrily. "Use a fucking spell and fucking fix her!"

Blaise and Draco were nodding. Pansy laid back in her bed, face pale.

"Don't you think she's fuckin tried that?" she laughed weakly.

"Try fucking harder, Poppy," Harry said in an angry, threatening tone that clearly started that he had killed Voldemort and Pomfrey was next if she didn't fix this.

"Don't use that attitude with me, Mr. Potter. I am doing my best to fix this situation."

Hermione was just staring at Pansy with a pained expression. Draco and Blaise wore matching expressions of devastation.

"I was gonna ask you on a date," Hermione murmured. "Before you collapsed. Promise me when you get out of here and you're all better, you'll go on a date with me."

Pansy laughed softly, the sound hoarse and pained. "That's all I've ever wanted, Granger."

"Promise it."

"I promise."

Harry couldn't take this anymore. He was shaking with anger, anger at Pansy for not going to the Hospital Wing sooner, anger at Madame Pomfrey for not fixing it, and absolutely livid at Ginny Weasley for throwing Pansy to the ground.

He turned around, dropping Draco's hand and storming toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked.

"To murder Ginevra Weasley."

Harry heard a lamp shatter as he left, an effect of his overwhelming rage, but he didn't care.

He was storming into the Great Hall, approaching the Gryffindor Table, and standing over Ginny.

Ron, who was sitting across from Ginny, stared at him.

"What's wrong?" he heard Ginny say. before she turned and saw Harry standing behind her.

"You're coming with me," he said coldly, grabbing her arm and dragging her out of her seat.

Ron stood angrily. "The hell do you thing you're doing with my sister?"

Harry cast several wandless spells, forcing Ron to sit, be quiet, and be stuck in that spot. He continued to drag a sputtering Ginny out of the Great Hall, and removing her of her wand.

"What the hell is your problem?" Ginny spat, trying to twist away from him once they were out of the Great Hall. "You're a fag, so it's not like you're gonna make out with me or anything."

"Trust me, even if I were straight, in this moment, you are literally the absolute last person I would make out with right now." Harry continued to drag her, knwoing he was much stronger than her, and well motivated by anger.

"Harry, what is wrong with you?"

He didn't stop moving, but did start talking. "Remember when you fucking threw one of my best friends on the ground on the train? Well she hit her fucking head and now she's in the fucking Hospital Wing and she could fucking die and it's all your fucking fault, you fucking bitch."

"Well how the fuck would I know that?" Ginny protested.

"Well, if you weren't such a homophobic slutbag with a prejudice against Slytherins and a violent temper, this wouldn't fucking have happened."

"I have a violent temper? You're the one who's dragging me to God-knows-where to do God-knows-what!" Ginny seemed to realize exactly what she had said and exactly what was happening and her eyes widened. "Harry, what the hell are you gonna do to me?"

"Well, if you had apologized and been nicer about it, I might have considered simply Disillusioning you and Silencing you and hanging you by your ankles from the Gryffindor Common Room ceiling. But you were a bitch and you don't regret what you did so now you're getting what you deserve."

"Which is what?" Harry didn't answer. "Which is what, Harry?!"

"I'm thinking about a half dozen Crucios will do the trick."

Ginny started screaming. Harry pushed her towards a wall and aimed his wand at her. 

"Cruc-"

"Harry!"

Harry froze, casting a silent Immobulus on Ginny and turning toward Draco.

Draco looked horrified. "You weren't going to Crucio her, were you?"

"She doesn't even care, Draco," Harry pleaded, knowing his desperation was clear in his voice. "She doesn't care that Pansy could die."

Draco's arm was around Harry's waist. "It's not worth it, Harry."

"You just think that because you're in the denial and grief stage. I'm in the anger stage."

Draco opened his mouth, but Blaise chose that moment to whip around the corner, a murderous glare on his face directed at Ginny Weasley.

"You fucking Weasel bitch," he hissed. "I'll fucking kill you."

Ginny couldn't move, but her eyes widened as Blaise aimed his wand at her.

"Blaise!" Draco shouted in the same horrified voice he had given Harry. "Don't!"

"Why not, Draco? She doesn't care! She's probably fucking glad!"

Harry looked at him, and saw what Draco had seen when he saw Harry. Desperation, anger, pain.

"Expelliarmus."

Blaise's wand was in Harry's hand, and Blaise took exactly one second to register this before deciding to try and kill Ginny with his bare hands instead.

Draco hooked his arms around Blaise's, pinning them behind him and pulling him back. "Blaise, stop!"

"Fuck, why?!" Blaise screamed, appearing more broken than he had let on. He went limp in Draco's arms, falling to the floor and letting himself cry. Draco wrapped his arms around his shoulder and rested his head on Blaise's.

And then Hermione rounded the corner, her eyes holding more malice than Harry had ever seen, and Harry backed his ass as far away from her as possible, until his back hit the wall.

"You miserable fucking slut of a person," she hissed, and Draco's head snapped up in shock. Blaise continued to cry.

"You deserve to die, and you're lucky I'm not a killer."

Harry wandlessly undid his Immobulus on Ginny, and she stood defiantly, staring right back at Hermione.

"I don't regret it," she said coldly. 

Hermione punched her.

She punched her so fucking hard that the crack rang through the corridor, followed by the thunk of Ginny's head bouncing back against the wall from the force of it.

"Ow!" Ginny yelled, clutching the back of her head. Her nose started bleeding from Hermione's punch, and she looked far too similar to Pansy for Harry's liking.

"Now you know what it fucking feels like," Hermione growled, pushing Ginny to the floor. She spun around, dragging Blaise off the floor. 

"C'mon. We're gonna see if we can sneak alcohol into the Hospital Wing."