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Beneath the headline was a picture of Potter in a café, eating treacle tart. All of the magazines had pictures of Potter that seemed to catch him in a rather unflattering light.

“They seriously printed this?” Draco asked. Why hadn’t he seen these before?

“The articles inside are even worse,” Luna said. “I kept them, in case we needed them to prove the invasion of Harry’s privacy. Luckily, Hermione got them all to stop selling them after a few days, although none of us have any idea how she did it. But I guess it was too late. Those articles really got to him. Harry didn’t admit it, of course, but that’s when he stopped eating when anybody was around.”

Draco’s heart gave a painful squeeze. “Those bastards,” he growled. “I can’t believe this!”

“It’s awful,” Luna agreed. “Ron tried to talk to him about it once, but he immediately closed up. We tried to ease him back into it, we thought it would be okay for him if only close friends were around, but he found ways around it. He’d show up late into the evening, to make sure dinner was already over, things like that.”

Draco’s mind raced as he tried to process everything Luna had just told him. Never in a million years would he have expected that Potter was hiding such an awful secret. He startled when he felt Luna’s hand on his wrist. He hadn’t realised his hands were shaking.

“That’s why I was so surprised he made dinner for you,” she said with a ghost of a smile.

“Yeah, well, we didn’t really get to eat it.”

“Still, Draco.” Luna squeezed his wrist reassuringly. “He’s obviously trying. You must be very important to him.”

Draco’s stomach rumbled uncomfortably at that. Was it really true? Had Potter been trying? This whole time? But the way he had acted on the day of Chang’s wedding…Why had he…

“Oh…Oh no.” Realisation hit Draco hard, like a Bludger to the head. “I’m such an idiot,” he murmured to himself.

But how should Draco have known? With all this new-found information, it was suddenly painfully obvious why Potter had asked to turn off the lights, why he had wanted to keep his shirt on.

“Luna, I’m sorry, but I have to go!” He jumped off the sofa and stumbled towards the fireplace.

“Are you going to see Harry?”

Draco nodded. He watched as Luna approached him, a warm smile on her face. She pulled him into a tight hug and patted his back.

“Be patient with him, Draco,” she whispered.

Draco wrapped his arms around her, letting her warmth seep into him.

“Thank you, Luna. Thank you for your help.”

She pulled away, her silvery-blue eyes glistening.

“Of course, Draco. That’s what friends are for.”