Bones

do i wanna know?

Draco sat down at the Slytherin table, twirling around a gauntlet, face flushed as he thought about last night. 'Why am I so happy about this? We're just friends! Gosh, Draco, pull yourself together!".

He snapped into reality at the sudden bang as the Gryffindors sat down, Ron already tucking into the toast and bacon. "God, Weasley, do you have any table manners?" Draco scoffed.

"Draco, we've been asking the same thing since first year!" Hermione chortled. They all laughed at Ron's grunt of carelessness. "Hey Draco, we were making impressions on the way here, and Harry couldn't stop talking about how good your Snape was!" Hermione piped up, smirking at Harry. Draco laughed, then cleared his throat.

"Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four," Ron spat out his food in laughter, which made everyone laugh even harder.

"Harry can do quite a good you!" Ron said to Draco.

"Oh really? Let's hear it then," Draco said slyly, lifting his eyebrow at Harry.

Harry blushed, "Oh really? Let's hear it then," Even lifting his eyebrow at Draco as he had just done.

"God, is there anything the Golden Boy can't do?" Draco laughed. Harry muttered something to Hermione, and they both laughed.

"What?" Draco and Ron asked in unison.

"Oh, nothing. Come on, Ron, I have to help you finish your Potions essay,". Ron nodded, and they left, but not before Ron grabbed another two pieces of toast.

"Shall we go to Potions then?" Draco asked after a moment of awkward silence.

"Yep,".

~~

After classes, Harry was frantically looking for Draco. Hermione had mentioned that she thinks Draco has an eating disorder which, for Harry, was the final puzzle piece in this mess of meals.

'Maybe I'll just go to the library; surely they have books about this in Hogwarts?' Harry rushed down to the library and started to rifle through books to find a proper one on eating disorders.

He sat down and begun reading. Harry was about two thirds into the book when he was interrupted by a familiar voice, "Harry! Why...why are you reading that?" Draco asked nervously. Harry stood up and grabbed Draco's hand.

"We need to talk,".

Harry pulled him by harshly towards the exit, making Draco stumble and almost falling. Harry practically dragged him down to the lake.

"Uh, Harry, what do we need to talk about?" Draco asked confusedly as he watched Harry breathe out with exhaustion.

"Why don't you eat?" He asked pointedly.

"Wh-What are you talking about? I eat!" Draco denied.

"I've only ever seen you eat apples, Draco! You don't have an eating disorder, do you?" Harry retorted.

Draco was silent for a moment before bursting out with rage, "Why do you care, Potter?! Surely you have other things to worry about! I'm fine, so sod off!". He sat down with his head in his hands, trying not to cry.

"Draco, I care about you because you're my friend. I'm not trying to hurt you. I just want to make sure you're okay," Harry said quietly, wrapping his arm around Draco's shoulders in empathy.

"I hate you so much, Potter. Do you want to know why?" Draco whispered.

Harry braced himself for heartbreak, "Why?".

"I hate you because we have only been friends for three days, yet I already let my guard down around you. I hate you so much because no matter how hard I try, I can't stop trusting you and being comfortable around you," Draco said before bursting into tears.

"Draco, I know this is new for you, but I want you to trust me; I really do. But trusting me means you have to let me help you. I promise I won't pressure you, but you need to get over your eating problems!" Harry comforted him.

"Okay," Draco said quietly.

"Come on, let's go have dinner," Harry said, pulling Draco up by the hand. Although, on their walk back, they left their hands there to linger.

~~

Dinner went better than it could have. Harry persuaded Draco to eat four pieces of carrot. "Draco, you need to drink milk for calcium!" Harry whisper-shouted.

"Oh, so do you suppose I put one hundred milligrams in my cup, only to have everyone see me drink it and think that I'm an even bigger freak?" Draco retorted.

"You could always..drink a little bit from my cup?" Harry suggested.

"I guess I could," Draco complied and drank a tiny amount from Harry's gauntlet.

Harry beamed, which made Draco even happier.

~~

"Hey, Draco, Room of Requirement?" Harry asked, lifting his eyebrow at him. Draco nodded, and they fled to the seventh floor.

"So, Harry, do you have a crush?" Draco wiggled his eyebrows.

Harry felt a blush creep up his face, "Maybe," He answered shyly.

"Ooo, who is it?" Draco teased.

"Wouldn't you like to know, you sneaky little git," Harry laughed and lightly hit Draco's face with a pillow. Draco looked at his now messy hair in the mirror.

"Oh, it is on now, Potter!" Draco cackled.

Draco chased Harry around with a pillow, hitting him in the back until Harry tripped over a stray blanket. Draco seized the opportunity to straddle him and thrash his face with a green cushion. Harry laughed until Draco stopped after being too tired, which made Harry blush at their position.

Draco had noticed it too and successfully attempted to get off him with a 'no homo' attitude. "We should probably get going," Draco chuckled, holding out his hand for Harry to take. He accepted and was pulled up by a weak Draco who had only just managed to pull Harry off the ground.

"Do you have your cloak?" Draco asked.

"Oh shit, I don't!" Harry panicked for a second, "But I have this map," Harry said energetically as he pulled out The Marauder's Map.

They walked to the Gryffindor common room and said their goodbyes at the portrait. Draco began to walk to the Slytherin chambers, but as he was walking down a small set of stairs, he fainted.

~~

Harry had been watching Draco's dot on The Marauder's Map, worried for him as Draco had seemed exhausted. Draco's dot moved rapidly and was then still. 'He must be talking to one of the paintings,' Harry thought. But when the dot didn't move for another three minutes, Harry got worried. Harry threw on his invisibility cloak and crept out of the Gryffindor common room.

He rushed down to where Draco's dot was. He saw the pale boy splayed out across the stairs, body bruised and lip bleeding. "Shit, Draco!" Harry whispered. Harry couldn't bring him to Madam Pomfrey's, she would think that he has an eating disorder too, and Draco would hate Harry forever. But he didn't know the Slytherin common room password, and if he knocked, they would think that he had done this.

The Room of Requirement is too far away; they would both be passed out when they reached it. Harry would have to carry him to the Gryffindor common room.

They reached the room, and Harry laid Draco on the couch, Draco's head resting on Harry's chest. 'I'll just wait..just wait until he wakes..up' Harry lost his train of thought as he fell asleep.

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haha will everyone see Harry and Draco curled up? please tell me if there are any areas i can improve on!