Bones

green eyes, i'd run away with you

Harry awoke the following day, with his mind blank for a second before being overwhelmed by the determination to get Draco to eat. Harry then slid on his glasses, shook Ron to wake him up and when he heard a groan, he started to change into his robes. During the flurry of black, red and yellow, he didn't notice Ron's infamous snores booming through the room again.

Harry rolled his eyes and shook Ron awake again, slightly more violent this time. Ron mumbled a barely audible 'Fine. I'll wake up' before Harry started to walk down to the Great Hall.

Of course, the pale-faced Slytherin was there already, staring at his water glass before looking up to see Harry, which made Draco beam and wave him over. Harry cheerfully sat down next to Draco and piled food onto his plate. He noticed Draco eyeballing a piece of bacon like it was the first piece of food he'd ever seen.

Harry ate a piece of bacon before turning towards Draco with the piece of bacon his friend had been drooling over, "Here, Draco, have some! It's really good!" Harry offered gleefully.

Draco snapped out of his trance and muttered an answer, "Uh, that's okay, Harry. I already ate before you came here, so I'm full. Thanks anyway, though!".

"Bullshit, Draco. Listen, I need you to eat, please! Just one grape!" Harry begged while holding out a grape.

"O-Okay, but I don't know why you're so bothered by it; I've already eaten," Draco laughed nervously. He began his ritual by cutting it into fourths with a knife.

Harry watched this unfold, astonished. Draco meticulously ate each fourth slowly, making sure to get around 32 chews. After the grape, he pretended to drink, but really he spat out the food he had chewed up. When Draco looked up to see Harry's proud, grinning face, he felt like sobbing.

"I...I h-have to g-go. I'll s-see you in c-class," Draco spluttered as he ran off.

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Draco ran into the bathroom and splashed water on his face in an attempt to calm down. He was only whimpering now, but then he realised which bathroom this was. The bathroom that Harry Potter had almost killed him in. All the tears he was holding in burst out as he ran and locked himself in a stall, almost hugging the toilet seat.

Meanwhile, Harry had his head in his hands, being comforted by Hermione and Ron.

"I'm sure he's fine, mate! Maybe he got a piece of that grape lodged in his throat?" Ron said, trying to brighten up the situation. But all it achieved was a death stare from Harry.

"Maybe...Maybe you should go after him? If he seemed that fragile, he'll probably want someone to hold him?" Hermione suggested.

"You can't be serious 'Mione! Harry hugging Draco Malfoy?!" Ron protested, this time getting an even deadlier stare from Hermione.

Harry stood up abruptly, "You're right, I'm going to go after him," and with that, he ran off.

Harry was running through the halls, wondering where Draco could've gone. 'I'll never find him!' Harry thought, 'Wait a second, the map!'. He pulled the tattered map out of the pocket in his robes and spoke the password, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,". The map soon appeared, and Harry scanned it for Malfoy's name.

Harry saw that he was in the bathroom, the one that he had almost killed Draco in. An overwhelming sense of guilt came over him. 'Running into that bathroom must have made him feel even worse! I have got to find him!'.

Draco now had his head on the toilet lid, his wails echoing through the linoleum bathroom. He heard the door open and tried to silence his cries, but he just wasn't able to.