sweetener; drarry

16; draco's rules

TRACK 16
Prom Queen
Beach Bunny

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/ FILLER CHAPTER, 1997 /

It was like his skull had shrunk and was suddenly too small for his brain. A dull ache, familiar enough for him to hardly even acknowledge, thundered through his head. He knelt beside the toilet bowl, broken blood vessels blossoming on his cheeks and around his eyes like morbid flowers as he jabbed the back of his throat with two fingers. This was a common occurrence for Draco: spewing the contents of his stomach into the toilet and screaming in his head to never break the rules again or he'll be fat, fat, fat!

Rules. Such trivial things set by no power of authority that somehow held such control over Draco, it was downright sickening. They gave him a false sense of security, a form of order when his life seemed to have none. Structure to give his wretched days meaning. With these rules in place, each day mattered.

Rule 1. Eat No More Than 500kcal A Day

Five hundred calories a day for an extended period of time would cause his organs to fail, concluding in a slow and painful death. This he knew, yet his mind refused to listen to rationality. He knew if he kept this up, his hair would fall out in chunks and his fingers would turn blue. His skin would grow cold and dry and he would shiver even in the summer heat that ballooned inside the castle. He knew what he was doing would only end in his timely demise, but just because you know you're colourblind doesn't mean you can see the colours.

Rule 2. Exercise For Two Hours Every Day

This rule would prove difficult, given his weakened state and lack of free time. School work would pile up and his chance and ability to exercise would dwindle. To combat this, Draco would instead set alarms and wake at ungodly hours to complete his ritualistic workouts.

Rule 3. Don't Eat Rubbish, Fat Slag

At first it started with simply cutting back on the amount of sweets and chocolate he ate at set eating times. He would give away the treats his father would send (usually apologises for the nights previous beatings) to his fellow Slytherins and eat 'clean'. But alas, like most things in Draco's life, this rule spun completely out of control and it ended with consuming nothing that had carbs in it and avoiding processed foods like the devil.

Rule 4. Pretty Boys Don't Binge

This rule Draco had just broken and was now punishing himself severely by shoving his fingers down his throat and puking until his eyes burned and his voice cracked with each and every syllable. What had caused this binge? An extreme wave of self loathing that had crashed over him after the rude way he greeted his Arithmancy Professor. Remember Draco, Pretty Boys are kind, Pretty Boys don't snap at everyone they meet. And finally...

Rule 5. Don't EVER Tell Anybody

Draco never intended on breaking his fifth and final rule, he wouldn't have dreamt of it and it so seemed to be the easiest of his regime. That was, until a certain green-eyed brunet barged into his private life and decided to sniff around, demanding answers to hidden riddles and adamantly claiming he could help. Why couldn't Draco have just followed the rules? Why couldn't he have realised that the punishment for breaking this final rule was so severe it would render him broken?

Some will never learn: Pretty Boys can't be helped.