Elisa Blackwood is an eighteen years old girl, she has thin glasses, three earrings for each ear, a ring on her index finger of the left hand and a ring on her index finger of the right hand and her wrists covered in bracelets, she has curly lomg brown hair and brown eyes, a belly, big thighs, wide hips and stretch marks and light skin.

Draco Malfoy, a blond silver-eyed Slytherin, he's nineteen.

Draco's life has never been easy. His father was cold and never saw him as more than an hire. His mother was there, but emotionally drained from his father.

He had a few friends, but Blaise was his best friend, always standing by his side even when no one wanted to.

Trauma isn't easy. When something happens, when people raise voices.. He stops existing. He becomes a ghost of himself. Psychologists diagnosed him with severe depression.

Meeting Elisa was like breathing for the first time after holding it. She was funny, kind, lovely, empathetic.. Everything he needed. And she needed him too.

The first time he had a period of depression, he was scared. Scared she'll leave. Scared she'll be creeped out. But she stayed. And that meant more than anything.

She brought him food, took notes in classes for him, cleaned his room, helped him shower.. Helped him existing. She didn't care if he didn't shower for two weeks (he once cried because he thought she'd gag for the odor). She didn't care about anything but his well-being.

These months have been rough for him. He didn't leave his dorm (thankfully the diagnosis meant he was justified for severe absences).

Now it's morning, Elisa slept over. She always does. She's basically more in his dorm than hers.