"Mr. Malfoy... I'm..." she started and noticed that Draco had looked over at Harry, worriedly. She huffed, and closed the curtains separating them and put up privacy wards. "Tell me what is wrong. You're not responding to the potions and you are not surprised by it."
                              
Draco looked down. He needed the Despair Potion out of him. "I need to invoke my right of confidentiality."
                              
"Very well. I am here only to treat you. I will not break confidentiality."
                              
Draco grimaced and still whispered, "I have the Draught of Despair in my system. Multiple doses...."
                              
"The Draught of Despair?" she repeated, horrified. "Why would you take...."
                              
"They made me drink it."
                              
"Oh... Draco... that is a cruel potion and it's no wonder.... I will make the antidote. It should only take two hours to brew. You poor child," she said, concerned and patted his head.
                              
"Please, don't send Harry away... he's the only one that makes me feel... happy," Draco pleaded. 
                              
"I won't, but no more snogging sessions in my hospital," she scolded.
                              
"Yes, ma'am."
                              
"Was there anything else?"
                              
"I don't want to take Dreamless Sleep anymore... please," he whispered.
                              
"Okay. I won't force it on you, if you sleep. You have to sleep, though."
                              
"A regular Sleeping Draught would be preferable then."
                              
She agreed, and then released the wards and opened the curtains. "I'm going to brew a potion. Try not to get into trouble. Mr. Zabini will bring you breakfast, and I want you both to eat your whole meal."
                              
They didn't hesitate to agree and as soon as she shut the door, Harry hopped out of bed and took his seat back. His hand back on the bed. Draco didn't hesitate to take it. 
                              
"Is everything okay?"
                              
"Yeah... she just wanted to make sure I was fine."
                              
"Okay..." Harry said, as Blaise burst in with two floating trays, followed by Theo, Daphne, Hermione and Neville. 
                              
They greeted him with somber hellos, clearly unsure of how to handle something like this. Blaise gave him a few searching glares until Harry told him to stop. Draco ate, while Harry talked about their classes he missed, with the glaring exception. But it was Blaise, who waited until he finished to poke.
                              
"Draco...."
                              
"Blaise, don't," Harry said, defensively.
                              
"It's okay," Draco said. He needed to get used to talking, again. It helped keep his mind out of the past.
                              
Harry sighed, but Blaise asked, "What happened... on Tuesday?"
                              
Draco grimaced. "The SAD people caught me in the hallway. They were all wearing masks and even disguised their voices. They grabbed me, beat me up..." Draco ran his fingers through his now short hair. "... and stuff. Threatened me. I slipped into my memories... of being tortured. I couldn't get out. I don't really remember what happened around me... until Theo... pulled me out. Thank you."
                              
Theo didn't meet his eyes, but nodded. His hands were shaking. Daphne took grabbed one of them. 
                              
"You didn't recognize anyone?"
                              
Draco shook his head. "No... well... Tracey... her voice wasn't as disguised as the others. Pretty sure Alexus was there, but they were all different. None of them were familiar."