"Harry, don't. I didn't want you to apologize for anything. I want you to ask me for help. We're in this together. You don't have to fight it by yourself. I don't want you to. I want you to tell me you're hurting. I don't want you to starve yourself or force yourself to stay awake. You can tell me anything."
                              
Harry's eyes watered, again, and he cried into his boyfriend's chest. Merlin... if his enemies could see him, now. This is what he really was. Weak, broken and helpless. 
                              
"Shhh... Harry. It's okay. You can cry all you want. I'm here. I won't let go, Harry."
                              
He just gripped Draco tighter, letting his emotions fully take over. They didn't say anything else until Theo and Daphne got up and went into the bathroom. Harry stopped crying and started to beat everything back into place. He had Denkar this morning. Two weeks of sessions had done little but set him further on edge. He hated them and was nearly ready to explode by the end of each one. He didn't really blame her, but he didn't want to talk about it. Why didn't people understand that?
                              
"Ready to get up?" Draco asked.
                              
"I guess."
                              
"Hey... why don't we just go to Madam Pomfrey and skip Denkar this morning?"
                              
Harry gave him a hopeful expression. The matron could give him a pass to skip it, but it'd be hard to convince her. She might give him some potions and make him talk, too. But he trusted the healer more than the mind manipulator and it was Friday. Three days without mind healing sounded great. "Yeah... that sounds better. Thanks."
                              
"Alright... get up. You are getting heavy," Draco groaned.
                              
"Oh... I'm sorry, Draco!" Harry said, quickly getting up and out of bed.
                              
Draco followed him. "I was kidding. I like holding you, prat. Like a big stuffed unicorn."
                              
"Did you just call me a unicorn?"
                              
"Yep. Because you're so precious," Draco said, and tapped his finger on his nose.
                              
"And gay," Blaise added, from his bed.
                              
Harry blushed and looked to the floor. Being poked fun at for Draco's choice words was fine, but Blaise had been there when he cracked last night. He hated looking weak in front of the Darks Arts professor. He was supposed to be the Chosen One, after all. Harry pulled on his same clothes as yesterday and didn't look at Blaise, embarrassed. Draco went over his wardrobe on by the window to presumably get clean clothes. 
                              
"Hey, I'm going to go back to my room and change, I'll see you later," Neville said, and slipped out the door with a brief good morning to him, but Harry was busy lacing up his trainers to look at him. He didn't mind Neville seeing him like that, but he wasn't interested in talking.
                              
He sighed and threw his robes over his shoulders and turned to find Blaise leaning against Draco's bedpost and staring at him with his arms crossed. Harry immediately felt defensive and instinctively located his wand in his pocket, though he didn't draw it. It was still Blaise.
                              
"What?" he snapped.
                              
"You alright?" he asked.
                              
If there was one thing worse than Blaise knowing he was fucked up, it was him pitying him for it. "I'm fine," he growled and looked away.
                              
Draco turned his head in their direction, but Harry knew he wouldn't intercede. The Slytherins were very predictable in that regard. Blaise was the leader. But so was Harry and he really didn't know where that left them. 
                              
"Fine... such an ambiguous word. Not good, not bad. But somewhere in between. Doesn't give any indications of your emotional state. I've embraced that word, more times than you can imagine."