"Why did you run?" Hermione asked instead, turning around to see a gaunt looking Draco Malfoy. He was a shadow of the boy he’d been the last few years. Gone was the lean muscle from playing quidditch and a full face still in the process of losing the last of his boyish looks. In its place were sunken cheeks, his clothing oversized on his alarmingly thin frame, and the pale skin no more, instead replaced with a sickly grey colour. He clearly wasn’t eating nor was he sleeping, the dark circles under his eyes prevalent. Whatever Draco was involved in was haunting him in ways Hermione couldn’t fathom.