The Lost Potter || Draco Malfoy [BOOK 1]

Chapter 29

Draco and I didn't end up going to the Hospital Wing the day after our conversation. It was a Saturday, and neither of us had felt like leaving the Room of Requirement, so we didn't. We spent that entire day laying in bed and binge-watching a shit ton of Disney movies, and summoning food into the room whenever Draco got hungry. We ended up having a really good time, and throughout that entire day, my cravings had been extremely minimal compared to the rest of that week.

During our first period on Monday, which was supposed to be care of Magical Creatures for both of us, Draco and I walked into the empty Hospital Wing. I took a deep breath and the second we entered through the door, my nerves began to set in.

"You alright?" Asked Draco. I nodded. I tried to ignore the racing feeling in my heart, but it wasn't working. Draco grabbed my hand as a form of comfort.  At that moment, Madam Pomfrey came out of her office and raised an eyebrow. She beckoned for us to come forward towards her, and we complied.

"What seems to be the problem?" Asked Madam Pomfrey. She looked vaguely confused, considering both of us looked perfectly fine, at least from the outside.

Draco leaned over and whispered something into Madam Pomfrey's ear. Her hardened facial expression softened, and she looked at me. "I see."

"Yeah," I said awkwardly. "Sorry to be a bother."

"You're not a bother at all, dear," said Madam Pomfrey, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Come into my office, will you? And Mr. Malfoy, you may go back to class."

Draco looked at me asking if it was okay, and I immediately shook my head and tightened my grip on his hand. "Can he stay?" I asked softly. "Please?"

Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips and sighed. "Very well. Now, come in."

She led us into the room and gestured for Draco and I to sit in the chairs that were directly in front of her desk. She sat in her chair behind her desk, and rummaged through her drawers, only to pull out a notepad and a quill. She sent me a warm smile, which calmed my nerves a little bit.

"Okay, firstly I'm going to start with checking a few of your vitals, alright?"

I nodded. She flicked her wand at me, causing a blue spark-like mist to come out of it. It swirled around my head, around the rest of my body, and went back into Madam Pomfrey's wand. She tapped her notepad with her wand, and ink appeared on the paper almost immediately.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at me with the slightest bit of pity. Well," Started Madam Pomfrey. "The majority of your vitals are pretty good. Your heart is okay, your lungs are okay, and so are all of your—er—female organs. There are just a few issues involving your digestive system."

I felt a burst of anxiety go through my body, and all I could do was stare at her, waiting for her to understand.

"Considering your height, which is 5'4 by the way, you're incredibly underweight and malnourished. Are you eating regularly?"

I stayed silent, and my eyes dropped into my lap. "Underweight? Really? You look like a cow, how could you possibly be underweight?" Said the voice in my head.

"Miss Potter?" asked Madam Pomfrey.

"Draco, answer the question." I managed to get out. "You already know."

This was the first time that I have ever talked to an adult about all of my eating issues, along with all of the other things that were wrong with me, so it was really hard for me to talk about it. I knew that Draco knew pretty much everything about me, so I just decided to let him speak for me.