Infirmary.

Draco sat on the hospital bed, enjoying a feast and loudly praising the food with an exaggerated and arrogant expression.

On the opposite bed, Ron leaned against the headboard, gritting his teeth as he watched Draco, sipping on the bitter potion that was his only meal.

Ron had lost too much vitality and, upon regaining it, his body was too weak to handle normal food. Even the potion had to be sipped slowly, or he'd risk nausea.