Draco was still a little miffed, if he'd have to admit the truth, about the way things had gone the last time he'd seen Percy. He tried not to think about it because he didn't really want to be cranky but when he was in his house alone, which was almost always, it was difficult to think of anything else. Since the red head had left Draco had done his best to move on. He'd started looking into therapists to continue the work he'd started at the Retreat and had even met with a few to talk to them in person. All too easily, though, his life was following the same pattern it had fallen into before he left.
Most of the day he would chase an ever elusive good night's sleep and every now and again, in between naps, he would remember to eat. He spoke to his mother without actually going over to visit, and contemplated all the other things he could and should be doing if he were well.
By the time evening rolled around, he was back in his pajamas in his room finishing up the last chapter of Animal Farm half curled up in his bed under all of the blankets.