Draco sighed as he observed Harry from the door of the man's room. Harry was lying in bed staring listlessly at the opposite wall. Which was, of course, what he had been doing all week. At least a house elf had been able to bully him into a bath, though he mostly just sat there and let himself be bathed by the poor house elf.
Harry looked truly pathetic. His eyes were lifeless green orbs, always open and looking at nothing. Though Harry spent all of his time in bed, he never slept. He also never ate (no matter how much he was urged to) and never spoke.
"Harry." Draco called softly. A small twitch was his only response from his query as he approached the bed and kneeled by Harry's head. "Please, Harry, will you come have lunch with me? I'm worried about you..." Draco pleaded with him.
Harry just shook his head--a tiny, almost invisible movement.
"Come flying with me then. You left your firebolt with me, remember? And you said no matter how nice a broom I got, you could still outfly my ass with that thing any day..."
This memory, for once, failed to make Harry smile. Normally, Harry would smirk at him and decide to prove his claim. Harry could, of course, outfly Draco blindfolded and upside down... Draco just didn't have the natural feel for it.
Draco continued to plead with Harry, desperate. "I'll even let you have free reign of my kitchen! You can bake whatever you want, make as big a mess as you want--and you know how neurotic I am about the kitchen!"
Harry didn't respond. Draco sighed and began to stroke Harry's hair.
"I'm worried about you, love... why are you doing this to yourself?"
Draco continued to speak to Harry and stroke the unresponseive boy's hair.
After quite some time, Draco gave up and moved into the hallway where his father stood silently.
"I don't know what to do." Draco admitted quietly.
"Will you let me speak to him now?" Lucius asked. Draco had been guarding Harry possesively.
Draco sighed and nodded. "Knock yourself out."