Drarry One-shots *TW* lots of angst

So Do I

A/N I'm sorry in advance a lot of these are triggering and i find writing fluffy stuff hard i find writing intense things a lot easier so if you're triggered easily don't read it. What this says about my personality we wont talk about...

(2,123 words)

TRIGGER WARNING self harm and eating disorders

Draco lay on his bed in the deafening silence staring at the ceiling above, he hasn't slept much since the war; this was his nightly routine. Why would he want to sleep anyway? Every time he closed his eyes he was tormented with nightmares, most of which woke him up.

He rolled onto his side, switching his sight to the wall.

Maybe if there was someone I could call a friend this wouldn't be so bad he thought to himself. Then not wanting to dive down that rabbit hole shook the thoughts away.

He sighed at the gray dawn slipping in between his curtains. It was time for him to drag himself from the warmth of his bed and stretch.

He looked in the mirror; his dark circles jumping out at him as if mocking his condition. He stuck his tongue out back at the reflection in return.

He showered quickly with icy water, still not able to bring himself to stand under warm water. Draco wondered if he ever would be able to shower with warm water.

He dressed quickly cringing as the material of his shirt slid over the results of last night on his inner arm. Last night had been one of his worse nights. His roommates were out for the night so he didn't have anyone there to catch him.

He knew full well if anyone saw his arms he would be in a world of trouble and a few lectures would be sure to follow. The school uniforms were a blessing; he no longer had herbology so his forearms were never on display.

Gathering his stuff for the day he began the walk to the great hall for yet another less than satisfying breakfast. He was running a little behind so he kept his pace up even though it made him pant slightly and feel light headed. He turned a corner without looking and promptly slammed into someone stumbling backwards.

When he looked up at who he had rammed into he saw the red robes of Harry Potter. Harry merely looked dazed and mumbled "Sorry." under his breath as he continued walking.

Draco felt concern blossom within him as he watched the very obviously distressed Harry saunter away. Harry was stumbling and staggering using the wall for support. That didn't look good at all to Draco; he was about to go over to Harry to make sure he was okay when Harry stumbled badly.

"Harry, are you Ok?" he shouted. Harry turned slowly then his knees buckled and he collapsed. Draco ran to try and grab him before he hit the floor. He was too far away though and he ended up dropping to his knees to check on the boy.

"Merlin, you're thin, '' Draco mumbled as he shook Harry's arm to see if he could wake him up.

Harry used to have big muscular arms; they weren't bodybuilder arms by any means, but he was built. Years of quidditch had toned him into a decently muscular frame. Now Draco could feel the bones in his upper arms and could practically wrap his hands fully around them.

Panicking slightly he picked Harry up and carried him bridal style to the hospital wing. Harry's breathing was shallow. Draco actually had to stop a few times to make sure Harry was still breathing. He had no idea why he was panicking so much. Harry had never seemed to care about Draco as much as Draco hoped he would someday.

Madame Pomfrey rushed over as Draco set Harry down on one of the beds. His arms shook with fatigue, quidditch had done him well as well but he wasn't nearly as strong as he used to be. Not to mention the awkward position he had held Harry in trying to keep him off his bleeding arms. Madame Pomfrey shooed him away. He took a seat on the bed next to Harry's, watching as she moved her wand over him.