Fuck, schools starting soon 😐
Which means stress,, which means no more updates nearly every day,,
So ill probably update every second day as soon as school starts, which is on Wednesday . U G H
Also, look at my cat

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"Stop leaning on me, Potter," Draco ordered as they neared the kitchen.

Harry attempted to stop using Draco's body for full support, which only resulted in him nearly tripping over.

Draco grunted as Harry fell against him once more, "Sorry..." Harry mumbled, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

Draco didn't respond until they got to the kitchen, "stand here," He ordered, leaning Harry against the wall, "And I swear to Merlin if you try to leave I will not hesitate to hex you." Draco threatened, slowly backing into the kitchen.

To his relief, there was no one there, not even a house elf.

He hurriedly grabbed three bisquits and made his way back into the halls, "Let's go to the bathroom," Draco sighed, once again draping Harry's arm around his shoulder.

It was silent, until- to Draco's dismay- Harry broke it.

"Why aren't you in class?" Harry asked quietly.

Draco could feel Harry's breath on his cheek due to the lack of distance between them.

"It's a free period, you git." Draco stated as though it were obvious as he tried to ignore how close Harry was.

Before they could make it to the washroom, Professor McGonagall had met them half way down the corridor

She gave the two boys a confused look, seeing as, for once, they weren't fighting.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter," she said, her tone laced in confusion, "What are you two doing?"

"Um, Malfoy is helping me walk," Harry partially lied.
He didn't feel like explaining to her that Draco had to steal food from the kitchen, and Harry had to eat it in the bathroom incase he threw it up.

She nodded her head slowly, "okay, then, continue on." She smiled lightly, quickly making her way towards Dumbledores office; She had a plan.

Draco and Harry exchanged glances, before laughing quietly amongst themselves.

"She seemed so confused," Harry chuckled as they continued on.

Draco hummed in response, finally turning into the washroom.

Harry opened a stall door, leaning against the wall of the stall, "thanks, Ma...- Draco," Harry corrected himself and took a biscuit from Draco.

Draco nodded, "just eat your bisquit without vomiting, scarface."

*

It was almost supper time, (Harry had managed to eat the last biscuit without throwing up any of the others), and McGonagall had called Harry to dumbledores office.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked the blond infront of him; they were each infront of Dumbledore's office.

He still had trouble walking right, and had to us the walls for support, but he didn't need help from another person.

"I could ask you the same thing," Draco sighed, turning to face Professor Mcgonagall, who was standing infront of the entrance to Dumbledores office.

They climbed the stairs she had already opened, (Harry taking more time than the other two.)

"Ah, Harry, Draco, Have a seat." Dumbledore smiled, pointing to the two chairs infront of his desk.

Harry knew he wouldn't make it to the desk without falling, and Draco realized that, as Harry hadn't moved away from the wall he was gripping onto yet.

Sighing, Draco threw Harry's arm over his shoulder once more, (having McGonagal and Dumbledore exchange glances,) and lead him to the chairs, Harry sitting to the left of him.

Draco felt extremely uncomfortable under Dumbledores gaze, considering he was the one who almost killed his brother.

Harry looked at Dumbledore- which, might he add, felt uncomfortable for him as well. He knew it wasn't the real  Dumbledore, but his brother.
He didn't have the same twinkle in his eyes as Dumbledore did, or the same smile. He hated it. He wanted the old Dumbledore back... but he was gone.

"Harry, I see you and Draco have been together often, yes?" Dumbledore asked, looking between the two of them; a smile still playing on his lips.

Harry shrugged, "He's helped me walk a while ago, which payed off," Harry said truthfully, earning a side glare from Draco.

"No fights, either? No bickering or hitting?"

"No, sir," Harry spoke, "none of that."

"Hm," Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, "How are you feeling, Harry?"

Harry swallowed, "weak." He mumbled truthfully, hoping to whatever gods out there that Draco hand't heard him.

But he did. And as soon as the word left Harry's lips, Draco snapped his gaze towards him.

Weak. Harry would never admit that... and I'm almost certain he's never felt... weak...

"And worthless," Harry mumbled once more, "tired. Drained. I feel emotionally and physically drained," he sighed, weaving a hand through his dark locks.

Draco swallowed, shifting his gaze back to Dumbledore, who was staring intensly at Harry.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Harry," Dumbledore frowned, "Madame Pomfrey said these would be the symptoms until you got back to a regular eating schedule."

Harry nodded, staying silent and avoiding eye contact from each of them.

Harry had never liked sharing his... feelings. He hated it. It caused people to pity him. Which is why it took forever for Hermione and Ron to get out what Harry's aunt and uncle really did to him... because he knew they'd pity him, and he knew they'd feel bad. And Harry hated it.

And he could basically feel  the pity coming off of not only Draco, but Dumbledore.

"I was thinking," Dumbledore started, "Since it will take a while for you to get back to normal, I think it'd be best if Draco had helped you around the school," Dumbledore explained, causing Harry and Draco to each snap their eyes towards Dumbledores.

"Sir," Draco spoke for the first time since they got there, "with all due respect, I really don't think that's the best idea."

"Why not?" Dumbledore asked, "Not only would it do greatly for Harry, but you two would become closer, and fight less."

Draco's heart clenched, he didn't- no, he couldn't spend his whole day helping Harry. Especially since he was trying to get over him.

Draco closed his eyes, "yes, sir," He sighed in defeat, his jaw clenching.

"Um, but Professor," Harry cut in, feeling guilty considering he could tell Draco didn't want to do this, "How is he supposed to help me? We don't have the same class, and we live in completely different houses."

Dumbledore nodded, "well, for the classes, don't you two only have one seperate class?" He asked, "Granger and Weasely can help you for that one class-"

"Can't they help him all the time, then?" Draco asked, cutting Dumbledore off as he crossed his arms.

"As I said, Draco, I wan't you two to start getting along." Dumbledore stated.

Draco sighed, his jaw clenching once more.

"And... what about the different houses? He's a slytherin, I'm a gryffindor. He wouldn't be able to help me."

Dumbledore sat back, thinking.

Yes, he could've gotten Ron to help Harry while they were in the tower, but he wanted Draco to help as much as he possibly could. Ron helping Harry in the Gryffindor Tower also meant he'd have to help Harry to his first class.

Suddenly, it hit him, "Oh, I have the perfect idea. Boys, eat supper then pack your things, and meet me back here once you're done. Don't take too long." Dumbledores eyes twinkled, and Harry's stomach churned with anxiety.

•••

Fuck you Potter.

No- This is my fault. I shouldn't of helped you when I did.

I'm a fucking idiot.

I'm going to ruin myself by being around you too often. It's going to break me.

I guess I don't have a choice, though, do I?

I've been broken before. Now won't be any different.