"One-hundred seventy-seven, one-hundred seventy-eight, one-hundred seventy-nine" Ron heard a voice grumbling late at night a few days later. He sat up in his bed and opened his bed curtains to see Harry on the floor doing crunches. Looking at his watch he saw that it was about 3:30 in the morning.

"Harry!" he scolded "What are you doing up so late? Exercising?"

"One-hundred eighty-seven, yeah, one-hundred eighty-eight got to keep burning calories can't waste time sleeping, one-hundred eighty-nine"

"It's 3:00 a.m.!"

"So what"

"Aren't you tired?"

Harry scoffed "Not in the least, now leave me alone you're making me lose count, where was I?"

Ron watched him for a while then lied back in his bed "You were at a hundred and ninety"

"Thanks" he said "One-hundred ninety one, one-hundred ninety-two, one-hundred ninety . . ."

"I woke up last night and Harry was doing crunches" Ron informed their group at breakfast that morning

"That's nothing, he was doing pushups when I saw him" Dean Thomas said

"Chin ups when I woke up yesterday" Seamus told

"What's been up with Potter?" Fred asked as the raven haired teen strutted int the Great Hall alongside Draco Malfoy. In the space of a week, the two seemed to become one. Harry had started hanging out more with the Slytherins, and Draco was often seen in the Gryffindor common room. Also he had dropped a lot of weight, matching his blonde counterparts sick, gaunt look.

"I don't know" Oliver sighed stirring his porridge aimlessly. For the past few days Harry had completely ignored him.

"Since when are he and Malfoy such good friends anyway" Hermione asked glaring at the pair.

"Better hope they didn't turn him onto drugs like the rest of the Slytherin team" Ron warned also glaring at them.

Oliver finally turned to face them "Harry wouldn't do that!" he defended

"Maybe not, but you never know. Malfoy is good for persuading people" he challenged "Harry wouldn't fall for it" Oliver retorted taking the challenge

Ron cocked his eyebrow "You don't lose weight like that in a week, and he's been acting weird, strenuous exercise at three in the morning?"

"And he doesn't sleep much" Neville added in "I mean have any of you seen him go to sleep in a while?"

Fred flicked some porridge at George and said "Oh he sleeps in the box"

"Just like Malfoy" George added hurling a piece of bacon at his copy

"Are you serious?" Hermione asked concerned "You can't stay in a thing like that for too long"

The boys nodded. Oliver watched as Hedwig came and gave Harry a package, he pulled out a money bag filled to the brim.

"What does he need that for?" he asked

Everyone looked at him. It was becoming painfully obvious to all that Harry may be using drugs. But all seemed to want to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"You're jumping to conclusions Ron" Hermione said "I mean I'm sure he's been working out a lot"

"Trying to reach an unrealistic weight! Hermione you said it yourself!" Ron spat

The bushy haired witch turned pink in the face, and all went quiet. After a while she finally suggested.

"You guys should you know write to the ministry and Quidditch boards, and try to get the weights raised. I'd help you"

"Harry was talking about that" Ron informed "Before he got mixed up with Malfoy and started"

"He's not using . . . and you don't know if he is or isn't so stop assuming" Oliver said

"You think I don't wood?" Ron asked darkly "I know my best friend, and I know the signs"

"How so?"

"None of your damn business" The red head snapped

The bell sounded letting everyone know breakfast was over. Oliver picked up his bag and was on his way to Quidditch practice, when Ron pulled him over.

"If you don't talk to him . . . I will" he hissed

"I'll talk to him"

Ron let go of the extremely hard grasp he had on his shoulder "You'd better"

He stormed off and Oliver stood there for a minute and then felt a pair of thin arms encircle his waist.

"Guess who"

He chuckled lightly "Could it be none other than Harry Potter"

Harry turned Oliver to face him "Ding, ding, ding you win the prize"

"What's that?"

"Me of course" he responded

"Thought I had you already . . . must've been wrong"

He turned and began walking away. Harry went over and caught up with him. "Hey, look, I know I've been ignoring you lately and I'm sorry, I've been a real jerk"

He leaned him against the wall and gave the taller teen a long lingering kiss. For a second, Oliver felt that he was the old, caring Harry. Not the new carbon copy of Malfoy, Harry.

"Forgive me?" he asked when their lips were only inches apart.

"Um"

Harry stroked his cheek gently and kissed him again "Please?"

Oliver sighed, those green eyes' always got to him. He nodded and initiated another kiss, that one led to another one, which led to another and another.

"Tweaked out faggot" Cedric shouted as he and the rest of his crew passed. The two, hadn't yet resolved their issue, and there seemed to be no sign of it ending anytime soon

"What's wrong Diggory? Wanna suck my dick?" he shouted back

"You wish fairy!"

"Don't I ever, you make my dick hard Ced"

"Mr. Potter!" Professor McGonagall hissed her face pink

"What?" he asked

She shook her head and walked off. Harry turned back to Oliver "You wanna suck my dick?"

"Have I ever turned down an opportunity?"

Harry smiled superiorly, which made him look, truly, like a dark-haired Malfoy. He was in the process of kissing his neck and Adams' apple when Fred and George came up behind them.

"How about you wait until after practice? Hooch is having a hissy fit, you're late"

Harry sighed disappointedly "Guess we'll have to wait"

He took his hand and they hurried onto the field, where Madame Hooch gave them a good chewing out and sent them to practice. They had to, as a punishment put all of the equipment away after practice. Harry, during practice, was flying aggressively like Malfoy. He was fouled more than ten times and put on the bench twice. By the time practice was over the team, with the exception of Oliver, was pissed at him.

"Potter you'd better get your attitude together" Madame Hooch screamed "If you play the game like that, we're screwed!"

Harry sighed and looked as if he weren't paying attention. Madame Hooch saw and came back with.

"How would you like if I put you on probation?"

Harry went over to her and stood defiantly "You can't do that"

"Watch me"

"Madame Hooch, really" Oliver said but she didn't pay attention to him

"I can take care of myself!" Harry spat as the team watched on "Besides you need me, this team needs me and you know that don't you?"

Madame Hooch stiffened, he was the best seeker and their understudy wasn't up to the level he was.

"You'd better shape up, leave your pride at the door when you come here . . . get the equipment together, the rest of you shower up weigh in's are in 15 minutes"

She turned on her heel and Harry stepped back smiling superiorly, he mounted his broom and went off to catch the snitch. They gathered the equipment and went to "Prepare" for weighing.

"Come to give me that blow job already?" Harry asked weakly as he exited the stall holding tightly onto the door.

"Don't get ahead of yourself" Oliver warned helping him over to the sink

Harry tried to make his body control itself again. It just wouldn't this time. "I gotta sit down" he gasped sliding out of Oliver's grasp and onto the floor.

"C'mon you're gonna be ok" Oliver told him wetting the end of the towel, he had with cool water and dabbing his face with the damp cloth.

"Too dizzy" he whispered, his head spinning.

Oliver began growing worried and continued dabbing his face "It's alright, want some water?"

Harry nodded and put his head between his knees th quell the nausea. Oliver gave him his bottled water and rubbed his back.

"Harry, mate, you ok?" George asked "You need Madame Pomfrey?"

"N, no" he gasped "Just gimme a minute"

He stayed in that position for a while until he managed to get up and brush his teeth. With Oliver's help he finished showering and got to the weight room right as his name was called.

"Potter" she called

Harry had to let go of Oliver's shoulder and wobbly made his was over to the magic scale.

"Stand still please" The scale instructed

Harry raised his eyebrows, yet managed to do so for a few seconds

"One-hundred twelve pounds"

"What?!" he asked angrily

"Good job taking off most of the weight" Madame Hooch applauded "Too bad your attitude went with it, drop those two pounds by next weigh in"

He glared at her, the scale and himself in the mirror. He was still fat. Hobbling over to the only chair in the room, he slumped in it and placed his head in between his knees. He was feeling very hot and dizzy.

"Harry are you sure you don't want to go to Madame Pomfrey?" Oliver asked as they made their way to the Dungeons

"Yeah"

"What's wrong with you Potter?" Draco asked as Harry sat on the bench and Oliver went to get him some cold water

"I don't feel so hot . . . I didn't even make my weight"

Draco lifted his face "Shit you got cocky didn't you?" he hissed "You haven't been drinking enough water have you?"

"I . . . I drank some"

"Shit"

"I'm gonna pass out" he said

Oliver came back "Harry c'mon, it's"

But right then Harry passed out, and Draco went whiter in the face. Fred went for Madame Pomfrey and Oliver began to fan Harry's face. People started crowding around him, while Draco silently left the room. Madame Pomfrey was there in seconds and Harry was taken up into the Hospital wing. Oliver, Hermione, Ron and the twins waited impatiently outside waiting for some word on what was happening with him.

"He . . . "He'll be ok" Hermione told Oliver who was pacing angrily

But honestly no one really knew. The one thing Oliver was sure of, was that once he found out If Harry was ok, he was going after Malfoy.