Bones

i hate you when you're gone

Harry lay awake, unable to sleep, thoughts swirling around in his head. Some positive, like the fact that he had conciliated with Draco. But some negative, like the fact that Draco hadn't eaten anything.

'I'm sure it was nothing. Probably wasn't hungry,' He thought. Although, when he thought about it, he'd only ever seen Draco eat apples. 'I'll ask him about it tomorrow,', and with that, he soon fell into a dreamless sleep

***

Draco, being Draco, was in the Great Hall before the three Gryffindors he sat with the night before. He assumed his position at the Slytherin table and filled his glass with water. 'Only water today, and if I'm good enough, I'll have an apple,' he thought to himself.

After about nine glasses of water, the trio walked in; Hermione and Ron were laughing about something. Harry was as well, but he looked slightly serious, determined maybe. Draco glanced up at them before looking down again, not expecting to still be welcomed.

Ron and Hermione sat down while Harry walked over to the Slytherin table. "You coming to sit with us?" He asked cheerfully.

Draco was about to reply when he was interrupted by a sixth year Slytherin. "No, he won't; he is a Slytherin and should be loyal to his house!".

This took Harry and Draco aback. After the war, all the houses had been pretty friendly to each other. "Well, I know that I'm loyal to my house, so I guess I'll sit here!" Harry exclaimed, not angrily, but sassily, "Guys! Let's sit here!" He called Ron and Hermione over, who had been watching. Hermione got up happily, pulling a reluctant Weasley along with her.

Draco looked down at his glass, his face flushing. The three Gryffindors sat down, surprising most in the Great Hall.

About halfway through breakfast, Harry leaned closer to Draco, "Aren't you going to eat?" He asked.

Draco shook his head, "I'm not hungry; dinner filled me up," Draco replied. Harry raised his eyebrows and turned back to his plate. Hermione started a conversation about Potions, which Draco happily joined in on, not noticing that Harry was writing something on a piece of paper.

Once they were dismissed for classes, Harry slipped the paper into his pocket. The first two classes were Defence Against The Dark Arts, which Harry and Ron were in, while Hermione and Draco had Arithmancy.

After that, it was flying class with Madam Hooch, which the three boys shared. Because the year had just started, Madam Hooch hadn't quite finished her lesson plans, so they were all told to play a quidditch match. The class was divided into halves, which meant that Ron and Harry were on one team, whereas Draco was on the other.

Harry and Draco were both seekers, and they both quickly spotted the snitch. They zoomed after it, Draco faster due to his lightweight. They were chasing the snitch upwards, and Draco was just about to catch it when everything went black. He slipped off of the broom and started hurtling towards the ground.

Harry stared for a second, mortified, before zipping down to catch him. He reached out and grabbed the back of Draco's clothes and pulled him up before slowly going towards Madam Hooch, who was frantically running around.

"Oh, he's fainted! Potter, help me get him to Madam Pomfrey!" She yelled, "The game goes on!" She said to the other students, all of which had not yet picked their jaws off the floor.

***

Draco woke up to see Madam Pomfrey's kind but stern face. "W-What happened?" Draco asked tiredly.

"You fainted hon, you're lucky Harry Potter caught you before you hit the ground. Now, have you been eating properly? Mr Potter told me he wasn't sure you ate," She replied.