"Can we please go in and see him?" Hermione asked Madame Pomfrey for the one hundredth time that day
"I'm afraid he's asleep again, Hermione" she informed
"We won't disturb him, I swear. We haven't seen him since the first night please just for a few minutes" she begged
"We brought gifts" Fred pointed out
"And Wood might spontaneously combust if he doesn't see him now" Georgeexplained toher
Oliver stood in the back of the group, near Ron not saying anything. The last two days had been hard for him, the new information Malfoy had given him had been bugging him. He couldn't figure out if it were true or not. Had Harry been that desperate? Within that time somehow Hermione and the twins had convinced Madame Pomfrey to let them in.
"Ten minutes only" she told them "He needs his rest, he looks like he hasn't slept in days"
They all looked at each other confirming that they were to say nothing . . . At least not yet.
"Okay"
They entered the disinfectant smelling room and crept over to the last bed on the left side of the room, near the largest window. The afternoon sun was streaming in through the window settling nicely on his face. From far away he looked just like their old Harry. But when they got to his bedside it was clear that the boy lying there was nothing more than a shell. The deep, dark circles under his eye's were as clear as day, his skin was pale and nearly transparent, his arm's resembled sticks' and his face was gaunt and sunken in. No one could deny this anymore. Hermione placed her hand over her mouth and had tears in her eye's. Fred placed his arm around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her, but soon found his mouth agape at the sight of their friend.
"Now you tell me he's not using. This is exactly how Charlie looked when he came home for Christmas vacation, right before he almost died" Ron informed tying down the balloon's Hermione had temporarily let go of.
"Fuck off Ron" Oliver said softly stroking the side of Harry's face
"Don't tell me to fuck off!" he snapped George could see being in the room with Harry like this was upsetting to him too. "If I have to go to DumbledoreI will,I swear I will!"
"NO!" Everyone else screamed stirring the raven haired teen
"Oi, Can't I get some quiet!" he groaned turning over and hugging his pillow
"You're not going to tell anyone!" Oliver snapped softly
"What are you hiding? Everyone knows what's going on" Ron shouted
Harry groaned again "Shut up, Ron!"
"They think they know, but they don't and we'll keep it that way"
The two boys were standing toe to toe now, each had their fist clenched tightly
"Come on guys' don't fight" Hermione pleaded "We're here for Harry"
Ron pulled away from Hermione's grasp violently "You all sit there and let him do this to himself. Next time, I swear to you he won't be sleeping" He stormed out nearly knocking Madame Pomfrey down as he did.
"Ok that's enough" she said quiteperturbed "You can see him tomorrow"
Together they gave one collective sigh and nodded and in linestarted to leavethe room.
They turned to leave when Harry murmured "Oliver"
He turned back "Yeah?"
"Come here"
He looked at Madame Pomfrey who sighed "Five minutes, Wood" she timed whilehurrying the rest of the group out of the room
"Hey"
"Hey" he said hoarsley"Come to give me that blow job?"
Harry chuckled lightly then began coughing. Oliver poured him a glass of water which he quickly drank.
"Thanks . . . so what about that blow job?"
"I'm sure Madame Pomfrey wouldn't appreciate that"
Harry whimpered and placed Oliver's hand on his lower parts "C'mon"
"No" he said before taking a deep breath and saying "Harry . . . I have to ask you a question"
He yawned "What?"
"Are you or have you taken drugs?"
Harry looked away and sighed "Oliver"
"I want an answer, Harry. Now" he said sternly
"It was just to take off the weight that's it, but it didn't even do that" he explained before turning and looking the other teen in the eye "I won't use them anymore . . . especially after this happened"
Oliver wasn't completely sold "Harry . . ."
"I said I promise Oliver, don't you trust me?" he asked lifting his thin hand and stroking his face "When I say I won't . . .I won't"
"Okay" he said voice barely above a whisper
"You won't tell anybody will you?"
He swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head "No"
Harry leaned in and kissed him "Thank's"
"Oliver" Madame Pomfrey said from the door
He ran his fingers through his tangled mass of black hair and gave him one last kiss "I'll see you tomorrow"
"Okay" he said watching him go. When they both were gone, he took out the bottle of white pill's Malfoy had brought to him the day before, while under cover of his invisibility cloak. And he stared at it long and hard, he was beginning to feel worthless again . . . he hated that feeling. He placed one pill in his hand.
"One more won't hurt" he figured, right before taking it
