The Potter Problem (Drarry)

Chapter 20

*HA YOU THOUGHT BITCHES. I'm shitty Ik it's been literally over a year I'm sorry*
Hermione was worried. This wasn't something that was unusual for the girl of the Gryffindor trio, but nonetheless, this time was just as bad.
"I'm really worried about Harry, Ron.. Ron.... Ronald!" She swatted at the boy, who had dosed off at the opposite end of the couch they were sharing. They were in the Gryffindor common room, and the place was empty spare a few 1st years studying at a table in the corner.
"Wha...? Oh, what now, Hermione?" Ron groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and therefor missing the glare that was directed at him from his bushy haired friend.
"It's Harry, Ron. I'm worried. He hasn't been eating, you know. And he looks sleep deprived! The bags under his eyes look awful. Has he said anything to you?" She asked, a look of nervous hope on her features.
"Harry hasn't told me a thing since he and that git moved in together. Who knows what's going on with him." Ron said sullenly, looking back at the fire with a newfound look of annoyance. Hermione swatted at him again, and he rolled his eyes before turning back to her.
"What? He can do what he wants." Ron said.
"Not if what he wants isn't healthy. Maybe I should talk to Draco?" She suggested, and now took her turn to roll her eyes at the indignant look on Ron's face. "Oh come on, Ron. He and Harry are living together. We might as well try, and he might know better than we do."
"Fine." Ron replied, huffing at the idea of speaking to the git, "But you're doing the talking."

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Pansy turned, startled as he came bursting through the doors of the Slytherin common room.
"I cannot stand Potter." He declared, plopping himself on one of the soft green couches and kicking his feet up. "I mean, the boy who lived, we get it. But why does he think he can just go around doing whatever he pleases without anyone saying anything? Git." He ended his rant and looked over at Pansy, her mouth hanging open as she stared at him. "That's not a good look, Pans." He said, before turning his attention to his cuticles. Now that he thought about it, he really should fix them up.

"..Draco? Are you okay?"

"Yes, Pansy. Why wouldn't I be?" He said as she continued to stare, "What's gotten into you?"

"Um.. why are you complaining about Harry?"

"Harry? Since when do we call him Harry? Fuckin Potter." Pansy shook her head, giving him a disapproving glare.

"Draco I don't know what you're trying to do, but its not funny. You better head back and make sure Harry is doing okay. He looked upset at dinner tonight."  Now it was Draco's turn to look at her like she was crazy.

"And why on earth would I do that? Pansy are you just trying to play some dumb joke? It isn't very funny. What is going on with everyone? Even fucking Potter.  Do you know he had some like mental breakdown? He pulled me aside in the hallway today and tried to tell me I love him. How messed up is that?" The way Draco's voice remained even and he scoffed at the idea, made Pansy's stomach drop. He was serious. Draco didn't know? He doesn't remember Harry?  He crushed on him for two years, how did that all disappear?

"You talked to Har- Potter?"

"Yea. He seems to have gone off the deep end. Should have expected it in all honesty." Pansy nodded in agreement, but her stomach was tying in knots as he spoke.

"I see."

"Alright Pansy, I guess I'll head to my room. I don't want to run into that loony bin and I want to get a quick shower in. I'll see you later." He said, standing up and heading towards the door. Pansy waved halfheartedly, watching as he turned the corner and exited the common room. Pansy quickly jumped up and followed him out. She watched him turn the corner, and waited until he was out of sight. As soon as he was gone, she hurried off. She needed to find Potter.