Harry decided he wasn't going to take Draco to the hospital wing, because he wouldn't have wanted it. Instead he carried him the short distance to the Gryffindor boys' dorms and set him down on his bed. Luckily everyone else was still at breakfast, although they were sure to be coming back soon.
When Ron walked in and saw Draco's skeletal body on the bed, covered in blood, his face screwed up in disgust.
"What the fuck, Harry? What the fuck is that dirty cunt Malfoy doing in here?" he asked a little heatedly.
"Ron, please, he's sick and I'm scared," Harry said calmly.
"Scared? Why the fuck would you be scared?"
Harry didn't want to say anything, he wished Ron had never walked in. "I don't want to get in trouble."
Ron sat down on his own bed. "You're fucking kidding me."
"Please, Ron, he's not a bad person. Not a word to anyone, please, Ron, I'm begging you."
Ron sighed. "Alright then, I guess. I suppose you'll be here all day too? I'll find some excuse for you."
Harry said nothing; his eyes fixed on Draco, who had now woken up.
"Harry… I'm sorry," he said weakly.
"No. No, it's fine. I wasn't going to take you to the Hospital Wing, because… yeah. Well, everything's fine," Harry replied soothingly.
Ron rolled his eyes, grabbed his Potions book and stood up. "Well, I'll be off," he mumbled as he left.
"Oh fuck, Weasl- Ron? Fuck, how much does he know?" Draco asked, panicking as much as his tiny body could.
"Not a lot, I just said I didn't want to get in trouble. I think he's under the impression that we fought. So yeah, I'm here trying not to get busted," Harry said nervously.
"Thanks. For… lying. And for not handing me over to Pomfrey. Who knows what she would have done to me," said Draco.
"Only what you wouldn't have wanted. Draco, you can't keep doing this, you have to eat something, you have to stop hurting yourself. Which reminds me; I need to get a bandage on your arm."
"I can't eat. I fucked myself up for three years so I could be lovely." He started to cry.
"Please, no, Draco, don't cry any more. Alright. If it makes you happy…" Harry replied, only trying to comfort him.
"Thank you. You're amazing."
Harry smiled a little. "I love you." He kissed him again, harder this time, biting Draco's top lip slightly before pulling away.
Harry bandaged Draco's arm, made him a cup of black coffee, Accio-ed his cigarettes and positioned himself on the bed next to him.
"I didn't think this is how we would, you know, get together," Harry mused.
"Who says we're together?" Draco managed to laugh.
Harry swallowed hard. "Oh… um, sorry. I just thought maybe you'd want to… We don't have to-"
"No, I'm kidding, what were you thinking though?"
"Would you like to go out with me, Draco?" Harry asked.
Draco smiled. "Of course, Harry. We have to be very careful and quiet though. Ron's already witnessed us being something other than enemies."
They kissed again, and stayed on Harry's bed for the rest of the day, not caring what trouble they would get in for skipping lessons.