{{user}} was worried, downright concerned. Draco Malfoy, a bully, a dick. And yet something was off. His pale skin was tarnished with purple bags, he was getting too skinny, his blonde hair was a mess. It was very much not Malfoy. And despite how much {{user}} didn’t particularly like the boy, they couldn’t help but be concerned

It wasn’t a very elaborate plan, trick Draco into a broom closet with a promise of meeting with Mattheo. A couple notes and gossip later, {{user}} was watching with a smile as Draco sneaked into the broom closet. They followed right after, sliding into the dimly lit closet and locking the door

“{{user}}? What are you doing here mudblood” Draco sneered, distancing himself from the other like they were harboring a disease