Harry reluctantly followed them into The Box. He still hated going in there, but in this new lethargic state, the intense heat didn't bother him as much. He found a spot in the back of the sauna. Oliver sat down beside him and Harry lay his head on his knee's, only a towel covering his lower body. Malfoy, who wasn't lying on anyone, was the same way. Goyle came in with a bottle of water and gave it to the groggy teen. Harry watched silently as he took another pill, got up, gave him a wink and left. Oliver looked down at Harry who didn't meet his gaze. When he was gone Oliver made the comment on how thin he looked. He sighed when others started commenting too, he wanted that body . . . no matter what it took. Harry felt sleepier then, but not sleepy enough to actually fall asleep. It was almost as if he was caught inbetween being awake and being asleep. He stayed in that state for what could've been five minutes or five hours. He didn't know and couldn't tell until Oliver pulled him up.
"Harry c'mon we've been in here forever" he said
"Really?" Harry slurred. He hadn't noticed. Along with Fred and George, Oliver pulled him toward the shower.
"Why are you so out of it? That workout took that much out of you?" Oliver asked as Harry stood almost hunched over, motionless under the hot spray. "Are you ok?"
"Huh?"
"What's the matter with you?" he asked again his eyebrow cocked
"I'm . . . fine" Harry said drowsily
"You could've fooled us" Fred said sarcastically
"You look like Malfoy when he's coming down off of one of his highs" George pointed out
"He slip ya one?" Fred asked half jokingly. Malfoy was known for things like that.
Harry shook his clouded head, rinsed the soap out of his hair, then turned off the shower.
"No" he said defensively leaving and going into the locker room to change.
Why were they giving him such a hard time? Did they not want him to make his weight, or be successful? Why did he feel so paranoid? Maybe it was because he was worthless. Why did he feel so damn sad? Why did he want to die now? Oliver came up behind him and rubbed his sunken shoulders, bringing him back to reality. He was glad, he didn't understand why he was feeling that way. Malfoy hadn't mentioned those feelings as side effects. He dressed silently but by the time they reached the Great Hall, for a dinner Harry really didn't want, he felt ten times worse than he did before.Heyearned forthat confident, on top the world feeling back.
"There you are" Hermione piped up as they sat down. "Have you guys been in the gym all day?"
"Yeah" Oliver answered
Harry sat uncomfortably in his seat, becoming lower by the minute. Hewanted to feel better again, needed to regain the strength and energy he had when on the pill, needed to find Malfoy, and most of all needed to get back in the gym. He could see now why Malfoy used.
"Harry, aren't you going to eat?" Ron asked biting into his cheeseburger.
Seeing him bite into the greasy mess, Harry writhed in disgust and shook his head.
"No"
"He won't eat, he didn't make his weight" Fred informed only putting a few french fries on his plate.
"You shouldn't let that get to you" Hermione told him "Those weights are ridiculous, you're what? Five-foot seven? You're supposed to be at a hundred and thirty right?"
"Yeah" Ron calculated "Just about, I mean to be healthy"
"How do you expect me to me to catch the snitch at that weight?" Harry snapped while scanning the Great Hall for a glimpse of white blonde hair. He found it near the end of the Slytherin table, where Draco was showing several first year Slytherin girls his well defined stomach. He looked at his watch, dinner would be over in a half an hour. So he slipped away from the table, up to Gryffindor tower and into his room to gather the money. Then back down again. He waited anxiously outside the Great Hall for the blonde teen, who emerged a few minutes before the bell rang.
"There you are" he yawned nonchalantly "So, have you got my money?"
Harry held out the filled money bag and made a mental note to visit the Gringotts branch in Hogsmead to take out more money . . . in case he needed it . . . he knew he'd need it. Draco gave a knowing sneer and took the teen by the shoulder "C'mon" he instructed leading him up to Slytherin Tower. Once they reached his room, he quickly closed the door and locked it, then plopped on his bed and demanded the money
"Let me count it"
Harry waited impatiently as he did so. "Could you count any slower! " he snapped
Draco chuckled "Your comin'down pretty hard. I had a feeling it'd affect you that way"
"You didn't tell me it'd make me feel like this" he pointed out
"Relax, this plays on your mental status. The money is all here, so take another one of these beauties. They'll perk you right back up"
He handed Harry a rather large muggle pill bottle. He'd seen one just like it at the Dursleys. Vernon had a lot of them filled with his blood pressure medicine.
"Wicked" Harry said
"There's a hundred and fifty in there Potter, count them up if you want"
"No, I'll take your word" he said taking the pill and inspecting the bottle
"You know where to come when you need some more"
Harry nodded and headed to the door. Then turned and said "Thanks man"
Draco went over and draped an arm over around his shoulders "No problem man, that's what friends are for"
Harry put the pills in his pocket and walked down with Draco, his arm still draped around his shoulder. And as they strolled past Oliver, Harry didn't even give so much as a second glance.
