Accepted (Drarry/Pansmione/Linny)

Chapter Seventeen - Pansy

It seemed that no matter what Pansy did, she still felt jittery and explosive. What was left of her pride was preventing her from asking any human for help, so her friends were left to deal with her as best as they could without knowing what was wrong. As for Pansy, she knew what was wrong - she and Hermione hadn't ever made up after their fight - but she was refusing to do anything about it. Hermione hadn't been at breakfast, Pansy noticed, but neither had Draco, Harry, or Ron, so it wasn't likely that it was just Hermione avoiding her. Pansy hated herself for it, but her stupid mermaid blood was craving Hermione's attention, which meant that any lack of usual anything was killing her. Still, pride managed to win over need, and therefore Pansy was miserable.

Tracey and Millicent were giving their best effort to help her. Well, no. Tracey was giving her best effort to help Pansy. Millicent was giving her best effort to stay calm herself and not smack Pansy into oblivion. Both of their efforts were appreciated.

"Did you get enough sleep?" Tracey asked. It was roughly her fifth guess as to what was causing Pansy's mood. She had actually gotten it right the first time, but, you know, pride. Pansy hadn't let her know she was right.

"I slept fine," Pansy lied. "Stop making random guesses, Tracey."

Tracey frowned. "Well, I don't think I've ever seen you quite this bad, so something has to be up."

"Maybe she got her period," Millicent said dryly.

"I did not!" Pansy snapped.

"Then what happened?" Tracey demanded. "We can't help if - "

"I don't want your help!" Pansy angrily ran her hands through her hair.

"You need it."

"What?"

Millicent rolled her eyes. "Seriously, you're insane today. You need help before I simply drag you to Madam Pomfrey and make her give you a Calming Draught."

"Ughhhh."

"Pansy, you're starting to make a scene," Tracey said, more quietly than before. "You know that's not a good idea."

Stupid Tracey being right.

Rainey, is there anything I can do that doesn't involve Hermione?

Gods, she could feel Rainey's annoyance from here.

i suppose you could drown yourself now, which would force Hermione to follow you, and then you'd have a thousand years to work this out.

So no, then.

correct.

Dammit.

Pansy slumped back in an undignified manner and scanned the Great Hall for no one in particular. Breakfast was technically over, so people were clearing out fast.

"What homework do you have left?" Millicent asked Tracey, electing to just ignore Pansy altogether.

"I've been putting off the History essay," Tracey said. "I don't know how I'm going to get through it."

"Me either."

"It's not even a cool subject," Tracey whined. "No one cares about things that happened in 1103 BC!"

"You aren't wrong. Do you want to go suffer through that now, or do you want to bskviehwmsmcoebanabwirsnakdor..."

Pansy held her head. Everything was blurry as hell, including sounds. The only sound that she could make any sense of was Rainey's voice in her head.

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"Guys," Pansy slurred, with no clue if they were paying attention. "Lake. Lake now."