He was seriously concerned when she came into breakfast eating. Which she hadn't done in lunch nor dinner. But now she was eating healthy and he didn't stop himself from heading to her with a larger plate. He himself wasn't hungry, and he could eat normal food. But it would never taste as good as the sexual energy that he could use to drain magic from. Or as his ancestor said, the "pathetic souls of muggle whores". Draco wanted to burn the books, but it was all he had about what he was.