Harry knew that Draco playing quidditch this year was a bad idea. Sure the war was over and his name had been cleared, but it had only been a few months ago. Most people weren't as quick to forgive. But Draco had wanted to play, and after the first argument Harry had decided to let it be. Now he realized he should have pushed harder.

Ten minutes into the game, Draco had been circling the field looking for the snitch, when a fourth year Ravenclaw on the other side of the stands had bound his legs with an incarcerous. Unable to control his broom any longer, he began to plummet. Madam Pomfrey had been able to repair all of the broken bones and lacerations, but she wanted to keep him in the infirmary for a day or two to monitor his concussion.

Of course, Harry had only found this out much later. He had had to wait until after curfew to sneak down to the hospital wing in his invisibility cloak. They both wanted to keep the relationship quiet for now, try and make it through the school year with as little drama as possible. The only people that knew were Blaise and Ginny, who were covering for them for now.

Draco had fallen asleep half an hour ago and Harry could feel himself getting tired. He knew he should get back to his common room while he still had a chance, but he had his cloak. No one would know if he stayed just a little bit longer. He squeezed Draco's hand as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.