Sponsor me.

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How fucking embarrassing.

Draco's going to be my babysitter.

My mouth was dry and I kind of looked like a deer in headlight.

"You?" I finally stuttered out.

He rolled his eyes again. "Yep."

I stood there awkwardly.
"So what do you do then."

He let himself in and analysed my room, eyes pausing when they reached my trunk.
"Not unpacked?"

I sighed, reaching for my wand, about to cast a spell to release all my belongings. As I moved my wand i faltered, remembering along with my clothes my case was packed with a lot of paraphernalia. Scales, weight loss aids, bandages, blades.
"I'll do it later."

He squinted suspiciously and opened his notebook, conjuring a quill he immediately started scribbling something down.

I sneered slightly. "What are you possible writing already?" No bother to hide my questioning tone.

"Suspicious behaviour already." He said sternly, not looking up.

"Since when did you become so thorough with your job." I mocked.

Malfoy looked up at me now. "Since I have to."

As he started to close the book it hit me.
If he was my sponsor he would already know everything about me. I internally groaned as the last thing I needed was for Malfoy knowing all my worst habits.
"Urm, what did they say about me?"

He chuckled. "If you're wondering if I know that you're an anorexic that can't cope after the war, has a severe addictive personality, urm what else?" He pauses. "Oh yes, has severe self esteem issues and yes, that reminds me I need to write something else down."
I stand in complete shock as he pulls the quill out again, writing and speaking in unison.
"Calls herself fat and ugly, when nobody's around." Emphasising at the full stop on his sentence.

"You heard that." I snort a little and laugh in disbelief. "Wonderful."
I can't look at him after his little paragraph performance and I begin to tidy around my room. "Well Draco, as you can tell I'm fine now, 'got my curve back'" I imitated, wincing at the words.

"Don't worry I've had worse, I'm just happy you're not a raging drunk like my last. Always stank of puke. This is light work."

I turn up my nose. "I drink sometimes" 

"Lucky for you that's not on your terms sheet, so drink away."

"My terms?"

"Yes." He stepped closer to my trunk and I eyed him up. "That's what I'm here to go over."

"Don't touch that." I mutter.

"Jesus, I'm not, I can't go through your stuff just yet."

Yet.

"Right Milan, these are your terms." He begins to pull two pieces of paper from the book and places one on my nightstand. "Here's your copy."

I cross my arms and huff.

"You must eat at directed meal times."

Fuck off.

"You can't skip a meal time."

Fuck you.

"Must not engage in compensating behaviours."

Biggest fuck you.

"I have to check In with you twice a week randomly."

Less of a fuck you.

"If any of these terms are suggested to have been violated extra action may be taken,"

He stops talking.

They don't know.

I almost gleam with joy.
Nothing about hurting myself.
They aren't going to know if I puke up my dinner.

"That's it?" I say almost too gleefully, coming up with a game plan already.

Draco looks at me, yet again suspiciously.
"Something tells me there's something not on this list that most definitely should be."

"No." I smile. "Like you said, light work."

- - -

Mother fucker.

After he left I finally unpacked, placing my little 'tool' box on the windowsill. Easy access for window throwing just in case.

I sigh and sit on my bed, rubbing my (here to stay) sleepy eyes with my palms. I haven't been sleeping much.
We arrived just after lunch and I can see the sun setting, with all the travel commotion I hadn't eaten yet, lately when that first mouthful landed they didn't stop. I wasn't planning on it either, before I heard my terms of course. Dinner was in an hour and I needed to sort my shit out fast, Draco clearly wasn't serious about his sponsor job, task, whatever you want to call it. It would be easy to pull the wool over his eyes clearly but I wasn't declining that his additional future appearances made me feel somewhat giddy. You have to latch on to these feelings in a world full of dark, even when they usually turn out bust.

My stomach growled and I groaned.
So far I'd come up with a simple three step plan.
Eat breakfast, run it off after in my room.
Go to lunch, eat the bare minimum and hide the rest. Depending on how much I eat at dinner, throw it up.

I finally head to the hall.

Game on.