Bones

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Draco woke the following day with unbearable pains in his bones, especially the legs and back. How was he supposed to get to the hospital wing if everyone in his dorm had left? There wasn't a house-elf he could call for, nor an owl he could send a letter with. Maybe he should wait; maybe his friends will notice he's gone and will come to get him.

Harry was sitting at the table, being comforted by Hermione while Ron sat there, confused about why Harry was so worked up about this. "It's just Malfoy, mate! Maybe he slept in!" Ron said.

Harry pounded his fist on the table and looked up to stare at Ron, "Have you ever seen Draco here after everyone else?! I don't think Draco has ever slept in!" Harry yelled, attracting almost everyone's gaze from around the hall. With a quick glare from Hermione, though, everyone else turned back to their meals.

"Well, I've never tried to look for Malfoy, so why would I have noticed?" Ron asked, dumbfounded.

"Harry's right, Ron! Please, just be quiet!" Hermione begged exasperatedly. Ron held up his hands in surrender and wolfed down more eggs.

"Maybe we should go see if he's okay?" Hermione suggested, "We know where the entrance is, so it shouldn't be too hard,".

"You two stay here; I'll go after him," Harry stood up abruptly.

"What if somebody sees you?!" Ron interjected.

"Cloak," Harry rolled his eyes and walked off.

Harry walked up to the entrance and knocked after throwing on the invisibility cloak. A sixth year opened the door, expecting to see someone. While they were looking around, Harry quickly sneaked in and stole away up to the sleeping chambers.

He opened the door to find Draco curled up in his bed, whimpering. Harry pulled off the cloak and rushed to Draco's side.

"Draco! Are you okay? What's wrong?" Harry whispered.

"My b-bones, I c-can't move," Draco stuttered. "Fuck, okay, I'll carry you out, okay?" Harry picked up the groaning Draco and carried him to the hospital wing.

Once again, he tore off his cloak and rushed through the door. "Madam Pomfrey! Quick! Draco needs help!" Harry shouted, carrying him over to a bed. Madam Pomfrey hurried over and immediately started asking questions.

Draco simply winced in pain. "His bones, he can't move," Harry answered for him.

"Oh, dear. Mr Potter, would you please step aside so I can get a closer look?" Madam Pomfrey fussed. Harry moved around to sit in a chair on the other side.

"Will he be okay?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Yes, but he will need to stay here for at least two days, and afterwards, he needs to have a calcium-centred diet," Madam Pomfrey said, bringing relief to Harry's face, yet horror to Draco's.

Madam Pomfrey walked away to get an assortment of replenishing potions while Harry sat with Draco. "Harry, do you know how many calories are in things with calcium?" Draco said quickly, "I'm going to get so fat, and I won't have friends anymore, and my father will hate me even more and-" Harry cut off Draco.

"If you don't eat or drink calcium, you'll have to stay here for longer, and what do you mean by fat? Draco, you're incredibly skinny, unhealthily skinny. In fact," Harry said, concern lacing his face.

"Don't you see this?!" Draco pulled up his shirt and pinched a bit of skin, although you could barely see it. What you could see, though, was clear outlines of his rib cage and hip bones.

"Draco!" Harry covered his mouth in horror. Draco slowly pulled his shirt down in confusion. Madam Pomfrey came back, arms full of bottles.

"Mr Potter, class," She said sternly. Harry nodded, taking the late note that Madam Pomfrey held in her hand. Before leaving, he stole one more glance at the skeletal boy lying down.