Bones

that's all i wanna do right now

Draco spent most of his nights with the trio in the Gryffindor common room. Doing homework, reading, talking etc. For the first time, Draco felt accepted for something other than his parents' status as death eaters.

"Hey, Draco, what did you get down for the essay on social numbers (1)?" Hermione asked as she finished writing her own.

"Come here, and I'll show you," Draco offered.

"Can't you come over here?" Hermione groaned.

"But I'm too comfortable," Draco whined.

Currently, Draco was lying across Harry's lap, using Wingardium Leviosa to play with Harry's fringe, who was sleeping. All of a sudden, Draco screamed and was on the floor. Harry woke up, "What are you doing down there?" Harry yawned, rubbing his eyes.

"You almost drooled on me, Potter!" Draco screeched.

"You might as well come over here now," Hermione said smugly. Draco sighed and stood up. He snatched up his parchment, glaring at Harry as he did so, before trudging over to Hermione.

While they were comparing their essays, Ron was telling Harry what he was laughing about. "You shoulda seen 'im, Harry; he was just lying across your lap and making your hair dance!" Ron could barely finish telling Harry about it before bursting out with laughter that had somehow gotten louder.

"Hey, Weasley, it was almost as funny as when you made yourself puke slugs," Draco jeered, making Hermione snort.

"Nah, what's even funnier is when Mad-Eye turned you into a ferret," Ron retorted. Surprising everyone, Draco growled and then turned back to Hermione to compare calculations.

Harry laughed softly at first, but then it suddenly got louder. Draco scoffed and turned to Harry, "What's so funny?" Draco asked.

"It's just..you growled like a ferret," Harry could barely breathe; he was laughing so hard. Ron joined in after Harry's answer. Draco rolled his eyes and pulled out his wand. He turned to Hermione and whispered something. They both nodded and turned towards the laughing boys without them noticing.

The two waved their wands and muttered, "Flipendo,". All of a sudden, the laughter died down after the two boys were thrown backwards.

Now it was Hermione and Draco's turn to laugh hysterically. The boys sat up with scowls on their faces before joining in on the laughter.

The nights like those were the best Draco had in a while, for Harry as well. The next day though was unbelievably shitty.

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Draco awoke in his sleeping chambers. Rubbing his eyes, he slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. He walked over to the scale. It read 40 kg. Draco had reached his goal weight! But when he looked in the mirror and undressed, all he saw was fat, and how he looked mattered more than weight.

He would have to stop complying with Harry to maintain his weight and shed the tubs of lard he was storing.

While Draco was getting dressed, another boy was awake, distraught. 'Draco seemed really on edge last night..' Harry thought, 'I guess I'll have to ask him about it at breakfast'. So that they could have some time alone, Harry got dressed, knowing that the Slytherin would already be there when he arrived.

"Hey," Draco said, unusually quiet and without his Malfoy flair.

"Hi. Are you alright?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired is all," Draco yawned as if to prove his point.

"You'd tell me if something was bothering you, wouldn't you?" Harry pressed on, concerned.