I have a big apology to make! Chapter 13 still had editing notes in it, and my lovely friends who beta for me hadn't been able to because we were all at prom and as I am so dedicated to you guys and this story I posted it whilst I was recovering from my big night at prom. It wasn't up to my usual standard so I've given you an extra chapter today! I have chapters planned up until 40, so I'm glad you guys are enjoying it because there is so much more to come

Harry had knocked on Draco's door as soon as he'd gotten home, he didn't want Ron to find him. He didn't even want to talk to Ron, Merlin knows what the Weasley's will have to say. His family. Bill, Charlie and Percy had all sent him owls asking if he was okay after the Prophet article, Mr and Mrs Weasley just didn't mention it and George was in a state of denial about the whole ordeal, which was really good of him. Draco opened up the front door, he was wearing grey sweat pants and his hair was wet and in disarray, he had Scorpius balanced on his hip and he was asleep against Draco's bare chest.

"Hey. Come in, don't stand out in the cold." Draco smiled, and looked down at himself. "Sorry about this, it was bath time and now its bed time for this little man."

Harry smiled slightly and nodded, "It's fine. He's really out for the count bless him."

"It's been a long day, we went to the zoo today. Muggle zoo that is." Harry smiled, and stroked Scorp's hair.

"Why don't you put some tea on Harry? I'll put him to bed and we can talk about whatever it is that's bothering you." Harry looked up, "How did you know?"

Draco laughed and started walking upstairs, "I didn't, but I do now."

Finally Scorpius was tucked up in bed, surrounded by his plush toys and quilts. Draco walked downstairs and into his living room, Harry had taken his jacket and scarf off, and was sat comfortably on the sofa. There were two mugs of tea on the glass coffee table and Draco smiled, "So what happened?" He sat down next to Harry and the dark haired man wriggled and lay his head in Draco's lap, Draco had his tea in one hand but he stroked Harry's unruly hair with the other.

"Ron outed us to the Weasley's, to my family." He mumbled, when he said it like that it seemed ridiculous, but he was so upset. He'd cooled down once he'd had some tea and had managed to contain his thoughts and emotions. Draco bit his lip, there must be more to this story..

"And? What else babe?"

"Well, that's it. I know it sounds ridiculous. But he had no right to do that, I wasn't ready."

Draco smirked slightly and looked at Harry, "When are you ever ready for anything that has happened to you? Harry you don't get to control things like this, you couldn't control what happened to your parents, what happened with Voldemort wasn't chosen by you, you didn't get to choose when you came out, and now you can't control your family knowing about us. Shit happens. But it happens for a reason, don't hold this against Ron. All they will want is for you to be happy. Whoever makes you happy."

Harry nodded, "I guess. Can I stay over tonight?" Draco smiled and kissed Harry gently, "Of course. But we're still going to the match tomorrow. I'm not letting you avoid Ron. He didn't do this to spite you, and you know that." Harry shrugged and rolled his eyes, "I know. I'm just annoyed."

Draco shifted and put his tea on the table, "Well come on then, I know a way to get rid of that frustration." Harry smirked and looked at Draco, "Running?" Harry suggested innocently. "Don't play dumb with me Potter, you know exactly what i'm talking about." He winked and held out his hand for Harry.

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Ron and Hermione were sat at the breakfast table, Hermione was eating her way through two grapefruits, a bowl of cereal, three slices of toast and she had a glass of orange juice on the side. Oliver was still in the shower, but he was putting off coming down to breakfast with the tension like it was. He'd have to get to pre-match training soon anyhow. "I hope you're pleased with yourself." Ron looked down at the table, he couldn't meet Hermione's glare today. "Do you think he'll forgive me?" She shrugged, "Who knows."

"C'mon Mione don't do this. I made a mistake, we've all made mistakes."

"I've never outed my best friend to his family, with a relationship that he was happily keeping secret."

Ron huffed at this and carried on eating his cereal in silence, Whiskey was eating her food and drinking her water much louder than usual to cover up the awkward silence in the room. Oliver walked in, in his training gear, "Merlin. You two need to sort out the troll in the room, Harry will get over it Ron, you should apologise though, and Mione, Ron made a mistake, he knows that. But there's no point in you two acting like petulant teenagers." Oliver grabbed some coffee, kissed Hermione on the head and looked at them both. "I expect to see you all at the match, bring Draco."

Hermione shouted 'good luck' to Oliver as he flooed to the stadium, and Hermione and Ron managed to make amends.

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Harry looked at Ron, and sighed. "Come on, get on with it. I can't look at that puppy dog face for long." Ron smirked, of course Harry would be using humour in this situation. "I'm sorry mate. For what I did. It was stupid and it was a mistake, I just wasn't thinking." Harry nodded and looked at him, "You never do." They were all stood in the players box waiting for the match to begin, Hermione had a glass of champagne along with Harry and Draco, Ron had a glass of orange juice as he had decided to give up alcohol altogether. Cutting back his alcohol hadn't helped so he was cutting it out altogether. Neville and Luna were going to come down for the match but Luna had taken ill and didn't feel up to the travel, the baby was due in a couple of months and they didn't want to take any risks, especially because Luna had a 'funny' feeling about the baby.

"So do you get nervous before a match? Knowing that he's up there on a broom and could get knocked off or hurt any minute.." Draco stood, making conversation with Hermione whilst the boys worked through the issue.

Hermione looked at Draco and shrugged, "There's no point getting worried, because if I did it would be the only thing I would think about and where's that going to get us?"

Draco nodded and took a sip of his champagne, "I guess. Is he pretty calm and collected before matches then?"

"No not at all." Hermione laughed and smoothed down her jersey, she was wearing it over tight black skinny jeans and winter boots, she had on Oliver's puffer jacket as it was larger and cosier and she had a bobble hat that her hair managed to spring out of at weird angles. She needed to go Christmas shopping soon and she realised she still had no idea what to get Oliver. "What are you and Harry doing about Christmas gifts?"

He raised an eyebrow, "That's out of no where.."

"Sorry! I just suddenly remembered and Christmas isn't far away now.. I'm normally so prepared but work and then being in hospital, oh Merlin." She rambled on quickly and Draco squeezed her arm.

"Calm down. Me and Harry haven't even spoken about Christmas yet but we're still at the stage where we take each day as it comes, why don't you and Fleur go shopping together? I'm sure she'd love to take you around the streets of Paris and properly shop."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and beckoned the other boys over as the match was about to begin. They were playing the Holyhead harpies, and for the first 30 minutes there was a tight battle between the two teams, each gaining and losing dominance every minute or so, but finally the snitch was sighted. It didn't mean that they were anywhere near done but it meant that they could all dream of warming up again, the seekers dodged and fought for the snitch, both of them egging each other on some more. Oliver was hovering in front of the hoops, his eyes scanning around. And before Hermione could take a breath a rogue beluga had come flying through the hoop, charging right into the back of Oliver, the wind was knocked out of him and he was down. He fell through the air, his broom taking off for safety, he hit the ground, play continued until Hermione let out a blood curdling scream and the ref looked down at the ground. "Merlin." he muttered breathlessly, flying down to Oliver who was laying in a crumpled heap on the floor, his eyes were closed and his arms were bent into angles you could only dream of, his face was already bruising and blood was seeping from his mouth. Hermione ran as quickly as she could down the wooden steps, mustering all of the energy she didn't have, she ran onto the pitch and pushed players twice her size out of the way just to get to Oliver.

A healer was stood over him, fixing what they could, the cuts, the bruises, but most of the damage was done. He was out cold and they couldn't get him to wake up, so it would be just like in muggle medicine, wait and see. Hermione knelt by his side on the cold wet grass and held his hand, she squeezed it and kissed his forehead. "Come on Ollie. Come on." She begged, "Just open your eyes." The healer looked at Hermione and sighed, "Take him to St. Mungo's," he then looked at Hermione, "Back entrance, into the private wing. Please."

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Hermione had been told to go home, Oliver was still out two days later and she felt useless. She pushed open the front door of their house, her house. Where she hadn't been in days and she saw Harry standing waiting for her. "Mione. Come here.." She walked into the welcoming arms of one of her best friends and she melted into his chest, "I don't know what I'll do if he doesn't wake up. We were going to grow old together, and there was this experimental treatment for infertility that I was going to try because I know how much Oliver wants kids and I want to have kids with him and marry him and let him annoy me for the rest of my life. But what if that's it? What if that's his life over? What if he never wakes up Harry?" She cried, she desperately needed him to wake up and crack that smile, mutter something miserable about the weather in that Scottish accent of his and kiss her, kiss her like she was the only girl in the world. Scorpius was sat in the living room on the floor with some toys and he shouted up, "Hazza!" Draco squeezed his shoulder, "Not now Scorpius." He continued to play with his toys, sitting on the fur throw that purred at him when he stroked it. He giggled and Hermione turned to him and smiled, she needed the distraction right now. "Hey Scorpius, what've you got there?"

He looked up, "Ony!" he tried so hard to say 'Hermione' but that was tricky, so they thought 'Mione may be easier, but at the moment he could only managed 'ony'. Hermione played with Scorpius for a while until even he realised she was tired. Whiskey wandered into the lounge and nudged Hermione, nuzzling her gently. "Come on Hermione, go to bed." Ron said, standing by Whiskey. She nodded, "If they send an owl.. You have to wake me up. Okay? I don't think I'll be getting much sleep but.." She stood up and her legs were wobbly, so Ron scooped her up and carried her to her bed, and sat her down. He crouched in front of her and rubbed her knee comfortingly. "Don't be stubborn, don't be an idiot. If you need us just tell us. We're here for you."