It was the middle of March. Draco and I had been together for nearly four months and so far, no one knew about us. They knew that we were no longer fighting and that we studied together sometimes, but that was about it. It was a bit of a thrill to have such a big secret and to carry on under everyone's nose, but it was frustrating as well.

We had to be vigilant, always aware of the fact that someone might be looking at us...it was hard not to reach for Draco when I saw him in the corridor. It was hard not to smile at him like he is the most amazing person in the world, which he is...

It was starting to get to me. We had decided to keep our relationship a secret because it had started out being only about the sex and that is the sort of thing you don't advertise. It was no longer only about the sex, but we'd neither of us acknowledged that yet.

So I decided to bring it up with Draco. I decided to tell him that I love him very much and that I'd like to keep him forever. I had it all planned out, the meal the speech, the romance, the sex...it was going to be fabulous.

But things did not turn out as expected because the day after I made my big plan, I was hit on head by a bludger and knocked unconscious. It was the final game of the year. We were playing against Ravenclaw and just half an hour into the game I was hit on the back of my head by a bludger. I woke up several hours later to the sound of a whispered argument.

"Are you going to leave already?" Ron was saying.

"No," Draco said calmly.

"You've been here for hours." Ron was clearly indignant.

"So have you."

"I'm Harry's friend."

"And I'm Harry's..." Draco hesitated and my heart twisted. I could imagine how much this situation was hurting him.

"You're not his friend and you will never be," Ron said. He sounded so aggressive. It got on my nerves, but Ron was not my concern just then.

I opened my eyes. "Draco..." I said as I held out my hand.

There was a chorus of voices calling my name. Draco, Ron, Hermione, Ginny...

"Draco," I said again.

"I'm here, Harry," he said as he took my hand and sat down beside me. "How do you feel?"

"Sore."

"Well you were hit by a bludger," he said as he offered me my glasses.

I blinked as the room slowly came back into focus. I saw my friends looking at me and Draco with varying degrees of shock, surprise, confusion and amusement. Ron opened his mouth to say something, but he was quickly shushed by the girls. I smiled gratefully at them and turned back to Draco.

"How long was I out?" I said.

"More than six hours." He tried to keep his voice light, but it was obvious from his face that he'd been worried sick.

"It's okay. I'm okay now."

"You always say that. I'm not going to believe it until I hear it from Pomphrey," Draco said. He made to get up, but I pulled him back down.

"Please don't go." I was sore and exhausted and I just wanted Draco to hold me for a bit while I went back to sleep.

He looked like he was going to protest. Then he sighed and nodded. "What do you need?" he said.

"Just hold me for a bit, yeah?"

"Sure. Of course."

He caressed my cheek and then he leaned forward and kissed me softly. Then he began to run his fingers through my hair. I love it when he does that. I sighed and closed my eyes while he soothed me back to sleep.

The last thing I heard was Hermione saying, "Let's go, Ron. Harry is clearly in very good hands."