This chapter starts off while the game is still going on, while Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Pansy are in the hospital wing. So there will be parts of the last chapter in this one.
On with the fic :)
Chapter 36: Mended Bodies, Mended Hearts
"Please, can I just sit with him?" begged Pansy as Madam Pomfrey tries to rush her away.
"My dear, you are more than welcome to sit with Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley, but right now, I need full concentration while working on Mr. Potter. Head injuries are delicate things." said Madam Pomfrey, trying to be as comforting as she could.
Pansy sold and watched sadly as Pomfrey levitated Harry towards a room and closed the door. She then walked over to where Ron and Hermione were. Ron was sitting on the side of as bed, arm in a sling as he sipped on pumpkin juice. Madam Pomfrey had just mended his broken arm, but his wrist had also been sprung, and there was no way to fix a spring.
"She won't let me in." said Pansy. "That gash, the blood..."
Hermione grabbed Pansy's hand. "He'll be fine, Pans. Madam Pomfrey will set him right as rain. He will probably be out of here by tomorrow."
"I can't believe Greg would do such a thing. I ought to kick him in the bollocks. Harry did not deserve that at all. I'm so scared for him, what if something happened to his brain?" said Pansy, angrily slumping down in the chair beside Ron's bed.
"Looks like Potter has been replaced by Gryffindor's reserve seeker, Rashida Mosi." they heard Lee's voice say in the distance. "Now, if she plays as good as she looks, this game could be in the bag, folks."
"Well, at least they put her in the game." said Ron. "Dunno what they are going to do about keeping the goals. I'm so bloody stupid."
"No you're not, Ron. You didn't see it coming, that was a dirty dirty trick they did. I can't believe Malfoy- well I'll take that back. I can believe he allowed it to happen. But he sounded angry about what happened to Harry." said Hermione, rubbing Ron's back.
"Knowing him, he probably plotted to get me out." chuckled Ron. "Malfoy knows his chasers don't stand a chance with me. Cruel politics of Quidditch, it is."
"I don't see the humor in it." said Hermione, crossing her arms.
"We did plot to take you out, sorry Ron. said Pansy, feeling bad.
"As I said, cruel politics of Quidditch."
"You Quidditch players are insufferable."
"Slytherin has control of the quaffle with Zabini who has passed it back to Flin, and again back to Zabini, who is closing in on the hoops. Dennis Creevey seemed to be rushing towards the hoops in an attempt to guard, but Zabini manages to get the quaffle through the middle hoop. 10 points to Slytherin. The score is now 150 to 60!" they heard Lee say.
"Kill me now." said Ron, laying back so his head rested on Hermione's thigh. Hermione gave him a sympathetic grin as she ran her fingers through his hair, trying to relax him. In a matter of minutes, her soothing hands had put Ron's exhausted body to sleep.
Pansy looked at the couple and couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. They seemed to have it all, a loving relationship that was more than just a snog and a shag.
"I never apologized to you Hermione" said Pansy. "Lying about Ron making the bet to shag you too. I should have just told you the truth."
Hermione shrugged. "You should have, but I realize why you didn't. I probably wouldn't have been as bold as I was with him."
"You two look really great together."
"You and Harry looked great together too, despite circumstances." said Hermione. "You seemed to be a comfort to him. Ron even said he wasn't having the nightmares about his parents anymore, and he was getting over the abuse the Dursleys put him through."
Pansy blushed. "Harry has been through so much, Hermione. I personally could never ensure the things that he went through at the hands of his family. He seems much happier. Now that he gets to stay with Sirius when he leaves school."
"He isn't really that bad, Pans. He's just dealt with a lot of hurt. I see now that the only reason he acted like he did was because of all the bad he had endured. He felt it was the norm, I gather. You came along and helped him see that he is worth love and affection. You should feel good about that." said Hermione.
Before Pansy could respond, Madam Pomfrey came out the room. Pansy stood straight up out of the chair.
"He's mended." said Pomfrey. "His brain activity is completely normal, so no worry of that. He may have a scar, but with all that hair you will never see it. He's resting right now, but you are more than welcome to sit with him. Just don't try to wake him, his body needs rest."
Pansy beamed and gave Hermione a quick side hug before hurrying into the little room.
She sat down on the chair that was beside of Harry's bed. His glasses laid on the nightstand, his head had a bandage around it with the top of his unruly hair sticking out of it. He had a scrape on his cheek, but he looked fine.
Pansy took Harry's hand, lightly brushing her thumb over the top of it.
"Harry Potter you scared the wits out of me, you did." she whispered. "I'm gonna annihilate Greg when I see him, he should never have done that to you. I don't even care of we win or lose that bloody game. I'm just glad that you're okay."
She looked at Harry's almost peaceful face. He looked as if he was having a good dream, instead of recovering from a head injury. She couldn't help the small smile that had crept up onto her own face. She felt a rush of emotions flooding through her body. What if she would have lost him today? Despite everything they had went through with the stupid bet, at that moment, the good outweighed the bad, and she found herself thinking that she couldn't deal with a world that did not have him in it.
She had to face it. Admit it firmly to herself. She didn't want to lose him a second time.
Gryffindor had a huge celebration party in the Room Of Requirement. All of Gryffindor (minus anyone under 5th year) and Hufflepuff were there, as well as a bunch of Ravenclaws, and even a few Slytherins were in attendance.
Draco sulked in the corner of the room along with Blaise. Ron and Hermione had told Ginny what had happened, and even though Ron had gotten over it because Gryffindor won anyway, Ginny was in no mood to speak to Draco at the moment.
Rashida hadn't spoken to Blaise since the end of the game, and he was getting extremely hung up about it. It did however give him time to think things through. He had never been the jealous type. He had never had a reason to. Jealousy was a new feeling to him. A dangerous feeling. He knew he shouldn't have acted the way he did towards her, but the words slipped out before he could catch them, and the next thing he knew, Rashida was angry with him.
He wanted to apologize, but besides sorry, what really could he say? He didn't know how to act with situations like these.
He decided to take a page out of the Gryffindor handbook and just go for it. Lay all his cards on the table as the muggle expression went.
"Im off to find Shida, mate." said Blaise to Draco. "Think you'll survive?"
Draco took a sip of his firewhiskey he had gotten from some Gryffindors that smuggled it in. "Sure. If you see Ginny while you out, can you tell her I need to talk to her?"
"You sound wounded." laughed Blaise.
"Fuck you, I miss my girlfriend. I'm not some pansy ass that won't admit it." said Draco, taking another swig.
Blaise shook his head and went to find Rashida. He soon saw her and Ginny, sitting with the rest of the team, cheering on Dean while he was taking as many shots of firewhiskey as he could at one time.
"Hey Gin, Draco said he wanted to talk to you." said Blaise as he approached the girls. "He's over there acting like a lost fucking puppy. He even admitted that he miss you."
Ginny groaned. As much as she didn't have any words for her git of a boyfriend, the image of him feeling low and missing her made her heart soften a bit.
'Fine. I'll go talk to him." she said, heading towards the way Blaise came.
She marched over to where Draco was sitting and stood in front of him, watching him nurse his drink. When Draco realized she was in front of him, he looked up at her through his lashes, feeling ashamed for once.
"Are you still mad at me?" asked Draco.
"Of course I am, you made that asshole break my brother's arm." said Ginny, sitting beside him.
"I didn't intend for his arm to be broken, Gin. I just needed him out of the game."
"Thankfully Pomfrey mended it, so he's fine. You really wasted your time with your stupid little plan. As you seen, it didn't matter if he played or not, we still won." said Ginny, trying to be both smug and cross at the same time.
"Must you really rub it in, cheeky witch?"
"Would you rather me rub my win in your face or be mad at you for the rest of the night."
"I would much rather you rub something else in my face." said Draco, wiggling his eyebrows.
Ginny couldn't help but laugh. "Pervy git. We are in a room full of people and the only thing on your mind is sex."
"What people? I don't see anyone in here but you." said Draco, grin creeping up on his face.
Ginny looked around and seen that Draco had made a small room around the sofa they were sitting on. She couldn't help but be impressed.
"Clever. Very very clever." she said, laughing as Draco pounced onto her.
"Now, can I talk to you?"" asked Blaise sincerely, eyes locked on an agitated Rashida.
"I was about to run away with Lee Jordan, but I guess I can spare you a minute." said Rashida, annoyed.
The comment hurt, but Blaise accepted it. He took Rashida's hand and lead her to a corner of the room, putting a silencing bubble around them so they could hear each other.
"Look, I'm sorry about today and what I said, alright?" said Blaise.
"Why would you act like that, Zabini?" asked Rashida as she rested her back against the wall. "You should have known he was being an ass and you really should have known I didn't care what he said."
"Look, this is all new to me, alright?" began Blaise. "I'm not used to this shit happening to me. I'm not used to feeling the way I've been about you. Jordan really fucked with me. I had never known jealously, and that shit he said had my blood boiling, I wanted to punch him in his smug face. I have never wanted to do that over a witch. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't mean to sound possessive, because I know that I don't own you, but the thought of you with another man, it...it makes me feel like I'm mental or something. I think I would have broken every bone in Jordan's body if he was to ever try something with you. I just don't-"
"Shhhh..." said Rashida, putting her index finger to Blaise's lips. "I get it. I understand. You were jealous. But I assure you Blaise, you don't have a reason to be."
"Yes I do. I have a lot of reasons to be. I don't deserve you." said Blaise, moving Rashida's finger from his mouth and holding it.
Rashida looked at Blaise, confused by his words. "What do you mean by that?"
"Come on, Shida, don't do that. You know I don't. I am one of the worst slags to ever walk these halls. I don't respect women like I should, I was a couple and utter asshole to you, I'm incapable of having an actual meaningful relationship, I-"
"Stop. Don't do that to yourself, hon. Yes, you used to be like that. A heartless whore with no morals. But you have changed, you really have. I wouldn't be with you if you were still like that. And I thought that we were having a meaningful relationship. If I didn't think this meant something, I wouldn't have allowed you to meet my parents. You are becoming a very good man, Blaise. Let yourself see that. Please?" said Rashida as she lovingly caressed Blaise's cheek with her other hand.
Blaise nodded, feeling much better than he originally did.
"Just do me a favor? Don't doubt me." she said. "I would only go away if you gave me a reason to, not if someone else came along. So until you yourself fucks this up, you're stuck with me."
"Then you're not going anywhere." said Blaise as he pressed his lips against hers. They had kissed many times since they had gotten together, but for some reason, this kiss felt different to Blaise. It was more heartfelt. He could feel his emotions traveling through him and entering her. He felt like he never ever wanted to feel another woman's lips on his ever again.
They pulled back from each other and stared into each other's eyes for a moment. He didn't know if she had, but it looked like she had felt what he had and they both had the same idea.
"Can we go back to your room?" asked Rashida softly.
