He rinsed his mouth and spat into the toilet once before drinking more of his water. "Not that long ago, I took--I took a bit too much before Harry got here but then I just...I just finished all of what was left, I mean--I mean..."
He sniffed. He didn't know what he meant but, as he'd found out when Harry had visited, he could lie again. Draco inched closer to Luna again, pursing his lips and looking quite pathetic. He was still sick, his body still weak, and now his spirit seemed to be following suit. "Luna, I hate it here. I hate this place and what it is doing to me."