Draco was sitting in the boy's dormitories when he was called downstairs to the common room. It was already lunch time and Blaise had finally finished with all the letters.

The two walked back to the great hall for lunch and again bumped into Harry, not physically this time.

"Hey Draco, wanna sit with me, or are you planning to sit with your friends?"

Draco looked questioningly at Blaise, who gave him a friendly shove into Harry's arms. " go ahead mate, I don't mind."

"Thanks."

Harry rushed over to the Gryffindor table with Draco and the two sat down. Food appeared on the table and Draco took just a half of a chicken wing and at least three spoonfuls of mashed potatoes. Harry noticed the tiny amount and almost chocked on his rice.

"Draco, that's really less. Don't you eat more?"

"No. This is most I can fit in me."

"Why?"

Draco quietly explained to Harry about the throwing up and the abuse.

"Bloody hell Draco, that's terrible!" Ron exclaimed, eyeing the tiny portion, having had overheard his explanation.

"Draco, you should really try to eat more. You are very unhealthily light and skinny, and I am starting to get worried for you."

"No Harry, I really can't."

"I never said you should eat a whole wale right away, start small." Harry piled up a couple more spoonfuls of mashed potatoes onto his boyfriend's plate, who knew that arguing with Harry was pointless like looking for a needle in a stash of hay.

He sighed and attempted to eat everything. He almost managed, but there was still a little left on the plate. He really couldn't eat any more.

"Harry I really can't finish this." Draco pushed the plate away from himself, feeling very full.

"I never said you had to lick the plate clean either. It's good you ate at least a little bit more than you usually do, and that's already a progress." Harry kissed Draco on the cheek reassuringly, and the Slytherin finally felt that he had Options and Choices.

A few minutes later, Draco was also capable of draining a glass of cherry juice and swallowing an oak meal and blueberry muffin. But by the time he was done eating, he really couldn't fit in another crumble of bread.

After lunch Hermione invited Draco over to the Gryffindor tower to play wizard chess with her, Harry and Ron. He of course agreed and spent a pretty good time there.

"Knight, F5." Ron hummed, watching his knight make a dangerous move.

"Pond E4" Harry moved his pond to protect his queen.

BOOM the pond shattered to pieces under the attack of a castle. His queen was in danger and soon enough was taken down by another pond.

The knight moved in to his king, and before he knew it, it was check mate for him. He handed his failing bet, a rare card with a great Quidditch player on it.

"You are a cold hearted monster Ron." Harry grumbled, handing over the precious card. Ron got so excited, he kissed it and put it in his right top chest pocket.

"Who else dares play against me?" He stood out like a king, jumping up on the arm of the couch.

"I do." Draco stepped up, and took position as black.

"Oh, and what are you betting?"

" a completion of any command."

"Hmm. Okay, I'm interested. I could do a lot with you. Fine. My bet will be the same."

The game began.

"Pond, A4"

"Pond, A5"

"Knight, F3"

"Rook, D7"

And so on until finally Ron's queen was already playing against him, and his king was under check.

"Queen, C2" an evil grin invaded Draco's face, the shocked Ron watched in horror as his king went down in a check mate."

"How?!"

"Many years of gaming, patience and skills."

Ron nodded sadly, realizing he would have to do whatever Draco said.

"Oh and by the way, you can relax. I have no fun in ordering you around, I just played for fun. You can let go."

"Then why did you play?"

"I already said it. Because I played for fun, not power. And also because you beat my boyfriend."

Harry wrapped a loving arm around Draco and pulled him on his lap on the sofa. He gently kissed his temple, and hummed into his ear, "my hero."

Draco smiled at the soft tingling touch of Harry's breath and gently pushed him away.

"Stop!" He whined, playfully giggling at how Harry attempted to sneak an arm under his shirt, trying to caress his stomach.

"No." Harry hummed, kissing the Slytherin's sensitive ear.

"Stooop."

"Nooo."

"Cut it out you two, you're not alone in here." Said George, giving the two a warning tick on the back of their heads.

"George, stop! Why did you do that?" Asked Hermione, attempting to gift her friend, and one new, a cute moment together.

"Because I'm bored, and I came here to read. Not watch the two of them snog each other."

"We aren't snogging." Harry stated, wrapping a protective arm around his boyfriend.

"Yeah, you're doing something far worse than that." Draco muttered, and everyone chuckled, attempting to hold back their laugher, as they overheard him say it.

"Mad at me?"

"Maybe."

"Do I have to apologize?"

"Maybe."

"Will you forgive me?"

"Maybe." Draco looked at him cheekily and kissed him on the cheek.

Harry shook his head. Being Draco's boyfriend would be a pain in the ass, but it would eventually be worth it. Draco was a good bloke, no doubt. He was just used, manipulated and forced to make wrong decisions way too much in his life. He had a rough life, and Harry's personal goal was to take away that long lived pain.

"See? And what are you doing now then, Hugh?" George asked triumphantly, folding his arms on his chest.

"Snogging." The two said in unison, sounding annoyed.

Time sped by like a rushing stranger, taking with it the friend's energies and free time. By the time they were done playing, it was already 7pm, which meant time for dinner. Draco was going to sit at his own table, but Harry insisted he sat with him.

He made sure Draco ate more than he did before, but also made sure not to stuff him like a thanksgiving turkey. Draco ate well, but had to sit for about an hour digesting, before he could go do anything else.

"Guys, wanna take a stroll in the park?" Ron suggested, leaping to his feet and putting the wizarding chess back on the shelf.

"Yeah, I don't see why not" Harry allowed,

"Sure" Draco agreed,

"Yeah, sounds good." Hermione replied,

"Let's go" said the twins in unison.

The lot grabbed their jackets, wrapping in warm scarves and shielding their hands from frost bite with woolen warm gloves. They wore tall boots to keep away the high snow, and thick winger jeans. It was already spring, but the winter had just started to take it's full might.