Hermione cleared her throat, and the boys broke apart, both blushing. "I came to check on Harry, since you seemed so worried," she said, mostly to the Slytherin. "May I ask why you were so worried to begin with?" Harry shifted uncomfortably, eventually just sitting down on the couch.

"Well, because his parents died today, obviously," he lied easily.

"No it was something more, you never mentioned anything about his parents when we talked. Not even once," she replied, confusion clearly written over her face.

"Then you must have heard wrong," the blond said, dismissing the thought with a wave of his hand, though on the inside he was panicking. Would Harry hate him after this?

"I know I didn't. Now tell me what's going on before I-"

"STOP IT!" Harry's voice cut through Hermione's, putting a stop to whatever she was going to say next. He pulled his legs up, hugging his knees, and resting his head on top of them. "Just stop the arguing, and mind your own business Hermione."

"Then tell me what's going on. Did you have another attack? Are you ok?"

"Attack? What does she mean attack?" Harry glared down in his lap, head still resting comfortably on his knees. Hermione looked at Harry in disbelief.

"You still haven't told him?"

"Told me what? Harry what's going on?" Tears of anger and sadness silently escaped the boys eyes, as he took a shaky breath. This was it, this was the end. It had been a lovely few months, but it was all over now. Draco, Harry's best friend (Ron and Hermione were family, obviously), would leave him after this. After he saw what a mental freak this boy was. This unwanted freak, who's own Aunt and Uncle didn't even love him. He remembered the summers there, filled with chores, cooking meals, few hours of rest, and beatings. So many beatings.

"Harry has PTSD." The blond looked over his shoulder at the now shaking boy. Not once did leaving cross his mind. Honeslty, Draco didn't know why he didn't realize it sooner. Of course the poor boy had PTSD, look at the messed-up life this boy has. "He also has depression, which causes him to also lose his appetite most of the time." He took in the new information, pondering it for a few moments, causing an awkward silence. Harry was on edge the entire time. Something clicked in the back of the blond's mind, causing him to quickly look back at the smaller boy.

"Harry, take off your glamours." Harry looked up in shock.

"What are you talking about, I don't-"

"Don't lie to me. Now, take them off." With a side glance at Hermione, he sighed, grabbing his wand. Hermione held her breath while Harry took the spell off. "Now take your shirt off."

Harry, realizing Draco was serious, didn't even try to fight. He pulled his shirt up over his head, reealing a bare chest that would have normally made Draco's heart skip a beat. Ok, maybe it still did, but he was much more focused on the problem afoot. Each of Harry's ribs was easily visible, and he looked scarily unhealthy.

"When was the last time you ate?" Draco asked, his eyes wide.

"I eat every few days, it's just not much. Maybe half a piece of toast or so?"

"Harry, we're going to the hospital wing right now," Hermione demanded.

"I'm fine," he said, getting up a bit to quickly, causing him to get dizzy and fall over. He stayed on the ground, waiting for the black spots dotting his vision went away.

"Yes, and I live on mars," Draco said, rolling his eyes. He folded his arms and tapped his foot to the ground impatiently, waiting for Harry to get up. Harry still took forever, so Draco picked him up bridal style and carried him out of the room. The smaller boy yelped in surprise. Hermione followed, but froze as she saw Harry's arm.

"H-harry?" Draco turned back around so Harry could face Hermione.

"Yeah?" Harry followed Hermione's gaze all the way down to his arm, and he quickly tried to hide it, though the damage had been done.

"That's why Malfoy had to find you, isn't it? So you didn't do it again?" Harry nodded slowly, looking away in shame. He hated himself so much right now, for causing his friends to worry, for doing it, for enjoying it. Draco quickly tried to help the distressed boy, coming to his defenses.

"Yes, and he's already said he'll stop, so no need to worry."

"I-I didn't even realize." Hermione seemed in a daze, her vision was fuzzy, and Draco's came from a mile away. She felt like such a horrible friend, for not noticing and being there him. "How did you find out?" Her head shot up suddenly, making Harry feel dizzy again.

"I figured it out about a week ago in the library while were doing homework together." Hermione nodded.

"Well, off to the hospital then." Harry let go of Draco's shirt, which he had previously grabbed fistful's of. He hadn't even realized it, to be honest.

They set off for the hospital wing, chatting briefly along the way. Harry fell asleep in Draco's arms before they were even halfway.

The death of his parents forgotten in the chaos, Harry actually had an ok Halloween. He spent the rest of the day with Hermione and Draco in the hospital wing, though he'd be out tomorrow. He was now required to take a potion every morning to get him properly nourished, as well as easing back into more food. That was when he gave up with keeping secrets like this from his friends, because with their help everything was easier. This year may not be so bad after all.

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Dean and Seamus were going to stop by the hospital wing to say hello to Madame Pomfrey, who they both agreed wasn't appreciated enough. They stopped at the door, noticing laughs and voices coming from inside. They peeked open the door to see Harry sitting next to Malfoy in a hospital bed, with Hermione in a chair across from them. The three were laughing, and Harry and Hermione looked quite happy to be with their old enemy, Draco Malfoy. Dean and Seamus shared a devilish look, and quickly left to their room to dicuss the new information, Madame Pomfrey forgotten.

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