Trigger warning, mentions of past suicide attempts and mental health issues
“YOU LOST HIM?” Pansy was fuming and despite having killed the dark lord himself Harry was scared by the sight. “Are you seriously telling me that after all the trouble you went through in order to get him at this stupid end of year party you forgot to pay attention to him?”
“In his defence no one knew Fred and George were going to pay a surprise visit.” Ron cut in, hoping to distract Pansy from her yelling a bit. If she got any louder Hermione would hear them, and if that happened she would find out that they had lost a very drunk and still very mentally unstable Draco Malfoy at the party.
“I don’t give a rats arse if the bloody queen of England started twerking on the table, you promised me you’d keep him safe!” As Pansy yelled at them she was putting on her cloak and gathering all kinds of bottles from a nearby cabinet in her eighth year dorm.
“What are those for?” Neville inquired nervously, pointing at the bottles. Harry felt a wave of affection for the man for trying to deflect Pansy’s anger a bit, but that soon perished and got replaced by the horrible guilt that had started nagging him the moment he noticed Draco had gone missing.
“For when we find Draco and he tried something stupid, like cutting his own wrists or jumping into the bloody lake because he’s already done that twice you utter fucktwat.” Pansy elbowed past Harry so hard that he fell to the floor, at least three of his ribs bruised.