Draco, who had insisted on staying so he could make sure that his friend was on his way to recovery, was startled out of his morning routine when someone started knocking his door down. Hastily tying his dressing gown, he called out, "I'm coming, by Merlin, calm down." He knew it could not be Harry since his ... well, his Lord would knock once and then enter. The elves popped in and out without a word. Suspicious, he held his wand behind his back when opening. Draco had not expected Blaise to stand outside, gaping at him. His friend looked ... well, actually, he looked amazing. Yesterday, it had seemed that the Italian boy was two seconds away from dying of starvation. Now he was still somewhat on the slim side but positively glowing. "Good morning, are you ...."