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A/N: So this is the Sequel to Losing the Fight... if you have not read that I would suggest you read it first as you probably won't understand some references in this one otherwise! :) Rated M for content that if you keep reading you will find out, Slash so if you don't like, don't read! Contains references to Self-Harm and Eating Disorders *could be triggering*. Please keep yourself safe while reading- if you have any questions, don't hesitate to put them in a review or a PM!
I Hope You Enjoy! :)

This Chapter is in Harry's POV!

Things were not so perfect three months later…

Draco had been working slowly and thoroughly at beating the anorexia that I found out had plagued him from around the time that he had been inducted as a Death Eater. It had taken a while for him to initially get over his whole phobia of food and what it was going to do to him if he ate, but with the help of the healer and his counsellor in St. Mungos and me to keep supporting him he had been steadily gaining weight in the correct way. I could tell he wasn't finding it easy; but he seemed to be giving it his all.

Almost three months to the day that I had met him he had gained enough weight to be allowed to be released as an outpatient rather than being kept in St. Mungos. When Draco had found this out from Healer Kiely he wasn't at all happy about it…

I beat the usual path to St. Mungos that I had taken so often recently, from the alleyway that I usually apparated in to from Grimmauld Place, then out into the muggle high street that hid the wizarding hospital.

Today was unbelievably fine; the spring air was clear, with just the tiny bite of a chill. It was starting to stay lighter now at night time, and the groups of flowers were starting to push their way up through the soil in the plant pots that ran up the centre of the high street. I had noticed recently that I observed these small things about the world a whole load more since starting my relationship with Draco. I felt that the world couldn't get any sweeter.

When I arrived at the door of the ward I could see Draco's tall figure standing by the window, he was back in his black suit attire and was beginning to look better now that he had started to fill out. At least he was beginning to look healthier; I couldn't see his ribcage poking through his thin shirt or his pelvis through his trousers. His trousers were still being held up by his belt with a hole punched almost at the very end of the leather to make it small enough. Generally he was doing a hell of a lot better, in both his mood and outlook, but he still had off days, just like everyone does. From the way that he was standing it looked like today was going to be one of those bad days.

"Good morning." I said, standing next to him and looking out onto the high street; obviously these windows were enchanted so that they were invisible from outside the building.

"There's nothing good about it at all." He replied curtly, not looking at me.

"Why not?" This didn't sound good, I glanced behind at the table with his breakfast tray on it – it looked untouched and that was a definite indicator of not a good day.

"They're fucking getting rid of me." Draco exclaimed, wheeling around and staring down the ward towards where the healer was busy with another patient.

"What do you mean they're getting rid of you?" I questioned.

"I've got a week left in St. Mungos as an inpatient, then they're going to make me go home and be an outpatient." He growled, sighing and collapsing heavily into one of the armchairs next to his bed.

"Isn't that a good thing?" I asked surprised, "The first time I ran into you in here I believe you were telling the healer to get off you and let you go." He shot me such a fierce glare that I physically recoiled.

"There was only one reason that I said yes to coming into this hell-hole." He said very quietly, "And it wasn't anything to do with the…" He trailed off when it came to the words 'eating disorder'; he never used the words for why he was in there. "The only reason I actually agreed to come and be an inpatient was because I couldn't stand being in the Manor all on my own… it was literally driving me round the twist."

"Oh…" I breathed, "So even though you insisted that you didn't want to be here and you'd rather be at home, you wanted company…"

"I wouldn't quite put it like that…" Draco flushed and scowled even more.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of… I asked Ron and Hermione to move in with me so that I wouldn't be on my own." I shrugged, this was the honest truth – I couldn't imagine myself alone in Sirius' old house, that had kind of creeped me out, but with Ron and Hermione there it wasn't so bad.

"Hmm." He wrinkled his nose slightly.

"What?" I looked at him as firmly as I possibly could. "If there was someone else with you in your house would you mind living there?"

"Maybe… I don't know." He said, "I don't think I would… ever since the Dark Lord lived in our house everything just seems… wrong, dirty, I don't know…" A little shiver passed over his face.

"Aah, yeah I can understand that." I nodded, leaning back against the window ledge. "Well… why don't you move in with me?" The words had escaped my mouth without me having consciously thought about them, and I could feel my cheeks burning magenta as I screwed my eyes shut in embarrassment.

"Sometimes you are so much a Gryffindor that it makes me laugh!" Draco snorted and I opened my eyes to see him almost creased double with hysterical silent laughter. "Your mouth said that before your brain processed it, am I right?" He managed to say once he had regained more control of himself.

"Kind of yeah…" I nodded, grinning sheepishly, "But that doesn't mean that I don't mean the offer… my mouth just got there quicker than the rest of me." Draco stopped grinning very abruptly and stared at me.

"Are you serious?" He sounded utterly dumb struck, the look on his face made me think that no one had ever offered him anything in his entire life.

"Well… yeah, I am." I responded genuinely and the silence rose suddenly between us as I stared directly into Draco's eyes, my heart rate increasing tenfold within the last couple of seconds.

"Really?" He questioned, clearly not believing me and I sighed exasperatedly.

"Honestly Draco… if you would like to I would be glad for you to come and stay in my house." I crossed my arms and shook my head. He bounded upright off the bed and clasping his hands firmly on my hips, pulled me into a kiss.

"If you're offering, I'd love to!" He answered, sounding rather breathlessly, and sounding ever so slightly camp, when he released me from the tight grip he had been holding me in as I suppressed the urge to burst out laughing myself.

"That's sorted then. When you're released from here you can come and stay at my house for as long as you want." I announced happily, "Do you want your own room? I definitely have enough of them for you to have your own…"

"How about we just wait and see." He said, his eyes wide and glittering with a kind of naïve innocence.

"Okay." I agreed, "I'm so glad that you're doing so well Draco." I put my hand out and lightly placed it on top of Draco's wrist, which was still incredibly bony but no longer just bone with skin stretched over the top; "I just want you to be healthy… and happy."

"I know." Draco pecked gently on my cheek. "I'm trying, I really am." He smiled down at me, I knew that he was – he had been trying unbelievably hard and it made me feel like my heart might explode with pride and joy.

A/N: Anyone who has read Losing the Fight will know I have a mantra- review and I'll post more quicker!
I'll also give people who review virtual food... so... anyone for muffins?