Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, though I really wish I did :P

Warning: Includes anorexic content and emotional breakdown, please proceed with caution

A/N: The author does not wish to advocate or beautify eating disorders, and apologizes in advance for any inaccurate portrayals, if they are so present. The author also wishes that readers may enjoy the following chapter. Thank you.

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Blaise's POV

 I strolled casually out of St. Mungos as if I had not heard anything or seen anything in that hospital room. 

But in fact I had seen a few shoes, smelt a few feet...thankfully Draco's feet didn't smell too bad...and heard...quite a lot.

See, I hadn't heard anything, but I did in fact hear something! Regardless of how contradictory that sounded, I had a lot on my mind at the moment.

Draco was halfblood now. That came as a big shock to me, and it should have been an even greater shock to him, seeing how proud Draco was about his Pureblood heritage.

But he hadn't been shocked about that.

He had been angry instead.

Angry that his suicide attempt had failed.

I didn't know what I thought about that.

But no doubt it was not the healthiest mentality to hold.

My next step was, of course, to figure out where Granger lived, and knock some sense into Draco's swollen, infected head...

If I weren't already sure that there was something wrong with his head, I'm sure Granger's nagging would do the job.

Yes...I definitely needed to save Draco, curse his infected, swollen head, from Granger's clutches.

Although she did save his life.

I frowned a little.

Maybe she wasn't so bad?

My stomach chose that moment to conveniently growl.

Well, that settled it for me. Change of plans...my next step is to find a place to eat.

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Harry's POV

I woke up to Ginny snuggled up to me. I smiled and hugged her closer.

She sighed a little and woke up too.

"Morning, Gin." I grinned.

She grinned right back at me. "Morning, eh? It's late afternoon by now! We slept through lunch!"

"We did?" I glanced blearily at my clock.

She was right, we had.

My stomach growled angrily at this abuse. I scratched my head sheepishly.

Ginny giggled.

"Come on, let's get something to eat before checking up on Hermione."

She started to wiggle out of my grasp.

"Wait, Ginny." I said quietly.

"Yeah?" She said, turning her head around to face me.

"I...I like...I...liked waking up like that." I stuttered, my face heating up and reddening like beet root and tomato soup.

She smiled up at me.

"I did, too."

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Draco's POV

My stomach grumbled in protest at the lack of food.

I reluctantly got up from the armchair I currently occupied to search for food.

I peeked out of the window and surmised that I must have missed lunch.

"Granger!" I yelled.

"What?" She yelled back.

"I'm hungry." I hollered.

"I don't care!"

"Make me food!"

"Make your own!"

"I don't know where anything is!"

In a flash she was in front of me. "If I show you, does that mean you won't bother me again?"

"Nope." I smirked.

She looked incensed. "Fine. No food then, I guess."

"But Granger, you wouldn't let a sad, hungry, suicidal bloke starve to death, would you? Who's to know I won't slip up and 'accidentally' slit my wrist again with a kitchen knife, hmm?" I grinned nastily. "Casualty's on you, Granger. What will Head Healer Crax say?"

I tut-tutted smugly.

She growled at me. Literally growled.

I smirked right back.

"You...you...ARHH!" She screeched.

"Well...that was entertaining."

She stormed off without a word to where I presumed the kitchen would be.

When she came back, she threw an onion at me.

"Eat."

I wrinkled up my nose. "Ew. I'm not eating that. What are you trying to do, exorcise me?"

"I wish I could." She muttered. "I wish I could."

And then she left the room. I stared at the disheartening and miserable looking onion. I wasn't going to eat that! I was a Malfoy! Pureblooded and awesome and invincible...except I wasn't pureblooded anymore.

It finally hits me all of a sudden. I wasn't pureblood anymore. I had lost the single last thing I had of myself to be proud of.

So now I had nothing, was nothing. Was worth nothing.

Hell, I couldn't even commit suicide successfully!

I had hit rock bottom. Rock bottom and buried under a ton of batshit and litter.

I curled up into a foetal position on the armchair, my arms crossed over my knees and my head buried in them.

Oh Merlin. What was I going to do now? Where could I go? Who was I anymore? 

I was suddenly hit with a huge sense of loss, and a horrid aftertaste of complete helplessness. I felt...lost.

A small, cool hand landed on my shoulder, anchoring me to the world around me. I realised that I had been shaking.

"Malfoy?" Granger's voice was wary, but gentle nonetheless. "Are you...are you okay?"

She'd set a couple of ham and egg sandwiches on the table in a plate, and it smelt warm and good and comforting.

She made to remove her hand from my shoulder.

"No!" I managed to rasp out, grabbing her hand and keeping it there. "Please, Merlin, no."

She studied me seriously. "Fine."

She stayed, keeping her hand there and watching me until I had slowly eaten all the sandwiches.

They tasted ridiculously good.

What seemed like an eternity later, which was probably really not more than half an hour, Granger removed her hand from my shoulder. This time I let her.

I opened my mouth. And then I closed it. I opened it again, with difficulty. "Thanks." I muttered.

She looked at me carefully again. Carefully, as if I would spontaneously combust if she looked too hard, or, Merlin forbid, actually blinked.

I scowled at her. "I'm fine!"

She nodded briefly and made to leave.

The void opened up again, roaring and moaning in protest. I tried to quiet it, snuff it out quickly, but how do you combat emptiness with more emptiness? I had no fight left. No, that wasn't right. I had nothing left.

What was money worth when you had nothing left of yourself? My parents were dead, my father killing himself to avoid his second Azkaban sentence like the coward he was, and my mother dying of heartbreak. My blood was no longer pure, my mind and soul even less so. I had nothing left. Nothing but torment.

Every cell in my body was screaming at me not to let her out of my sight. I struggled, but conceded. I had nothing left, not even pride. It mattered very little right now. Very, very little. 

"Wait." I said.

She stopped and turned. "What now?" She said, but without venom, and her voice chased away the void temporarily.

"Um..." I grappled for something, anything to say. "Have you eaten yet?"

She stiffened, her face hardening. 

"Do you want to eat something? I mean, it just seems weird that you just watched me eat without eating yourself, unless you've already eaten or something..."

I looked up and froze, my words trailing off.

Granger looked murderous.

I gulped. Did I say something wrong? I was talking about food, what could go wrong with food?

"I ate earlier. I'm not hungry now." She said stiffly, tightly clenched fists hanging awkwardly next to her baggy shorts.

She had a thigh gap, I realized. Quite a large one, too. She had a thigh gap and long skinny legs.

I wasn't too sure what I thought about that.

Just then I heard a tiny growl, characteristic of a hungry, empty stomach. 

I looked up.

Granger looked mortified, then defiant.

"I'm not hungry." She growled.

I looked at her carefully, taking note of her loose hanging shirt and shorts. I raised an eyebrow at her.

She blanched and ran off.

Interesting.

A/N: Arhhhh! There we have a little dramione moment! Draco is seeing that something is amiss with Hermione! Harry and Ginny are going to visit soon, what do you think will happen? What do you think Blaise will do? Do you think Draco's little breakdown is reasonable?

I hope you guys enjoyed this! 

Made it extra long to make up for the time you guys had to wait :)