Disclaimer: Once again, the only thing I own are my OCs. The things you regonize are J.K. Rowlings.
I heard Draco take in a breath to say something. I quickly pulled out my wand and sent a roll into his mouth. "I'd keep quiet if I were you. I'm reading my manga, don't interrupt me."
"What's a….maine-gah?" he asked through a mouth full.
I marked my place with a sigh and looked up at him. "One it's really nasty to talk with your mouth full. Two, it's manga. And three, it's a graphic novel that originated in Japan and was translated into English."
"Oh, I see…" he replied.
"Sure, you do." I put in.
"So, whose Charlie?" he asked casually.
"A friend, just a friend," I replied looking at him. "Why?"
He shrugged, "Just wondering."
"Uh-huh," was all I said as I got up and dumped out my hardly eaten cereal. And headed out into the living room. Draco followed me.
"Why don't you eat?" Draco asked me.
"I do eat…..just not much…." I started.
"Okay, but why?" he pressed.
"Why do you want to know?" I countered.
"Because, it's not good for your health," he said seriously.
"No, shit, Sherlock, do you think I like not…" I didn't finish as I ran from the room and into the bathroom. I started throwing up what I had just eaten.
I flushed the toilet and washed my face and brushed my teeth. But I leaned over the sink, feeling like shit.
Draco had been standing at the door until then. But now he stood beside me, rubbing my back. "Does this always happen?" he asked, swiping some hair out of my face.
I shook my head, "No, not usually. But of late, yes," I sighed and stood up and left the room.