Harry wasn’t going to argue with him on that. From the glimpse he had seen, he could see that there were bags under Malfoy’s eyes and his hair was unwashed. And although he had always been on the slimmer side, Harry had a suspicion that the body he had felt pressed against him was skinnier than he had ever seen it. Combined with the state of his room, and the fact that Draco was apparently drunk alone at 2 o’ clock on a Thursday afternoon, Harry knew that Draco was not in a good place. Despite this, Harry felt he couldn’t do anything at this point to help. He had his own demons to fight, and his own ways of dealing with them were not necessarily healthy either. That, and his growing realisation that he might be attracted to Draco, meant that he had to take a step back from the situation, no matter how much he wanted to throw back Draco’s bed sheets and show him that he was the most beautiful disaster he had ever seen.