Disclaimer: I own nothing .:sniff:. Rated for possible future 'chapters', FUTURE SLASH WARNING!!!!

A/N This is the eleventh of the series of drabbles and one-shots I'm writing for the 100 Times Challenge.

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MILD SLASH AND COARSE LANGUAGE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Set in the Great Hall at breakfast. As in the previous chapter, this is set in 6th year, but this is set around January, after the school has returned after Christmas.

11. Attacked

Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table the same time Draco sat down at the Slytherin table. Their eyes met across the hall and held. Their secret affair had been going on for over three months now but they were getting tired of keeping it a secret. Between bouts of passion the previous night, they had agreed that it was time the wizarding world knew about their relationship. About half way through breakfast Draco rose from the Slytherin table, Harry followed suit. Many pairs of eyes watched as the two boys walked towards each other at the top of the Great Hall. The staff all gripped their wands ready to intervene if necessary.

When they met at the top of the hall the two boys stopped and stared at each other. There was no animosity in their eyes, only peace. Suddenly they embraced, their lips meeting in a flurry of passion and promise. The hall sat stunned and silent, until suddenly a roar was heard from the Gryffindor table:

"YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!"

The lovers broke their kiss to stare at the angry red-head running towards them,

"This is all your fault ferret!" Ron yelled as he launched himself at Draco. Harry jumped in front of his boyfriend and put out his hand.

"Ron stop! You don't know what you are talking about. I love Draco, and he loves me. We've been together for almost 4 months and I've never been happier! Can't you just accept that?"

The next thing Harry knew, he was awake in the Hospital Wing with Draco holding his hand.

"What happened? Harry asked.

"The Weasel punched you out, you're going to have one heck of a black eye. You know it's lucky I find scars sexy. Your glasses cut the side of your face." He explained. Harry raised his hand to his face. He could feel the wound on the side of his face but luckily it didn't hurt. Madame Pomfrey must have fixed him up already.

"Are you ok? Ron didn't go for you after he got me did he?" Draco laughed bitterly,

"He didn't get the chance." Harry looked at him quizzically. "I beat his nose into his skull before you had even hit the floor. Broke my hand in three places. Weasley is gone to St Mungo's, he refused to be in the same ward as us." Harry's shock and pain that his best friend had acted in such a way was quickly overshadowed by his concern for his boyfriend.

"Is your hand ok?" he asked.

"Yea it's fine. Madame Pomfrey fixed it as soon as she was finished dealing with you. I have to keep it in a sling for the next two days, but other than that, I've never been better."

Harry sighed and reached out for Draco's hand. He had known that not everybody would be ok with the two 'rivals' being in a relationship, but he had never expected they would be attacked for it.

"It'll be ok Harry, I promise." Harry looked into Draco's eyes and saw the love and protectiveness that sealed the promise.

"I love you Draco." He said.

"I love you too Harry." His lover replied, pressing a kiss to the hand that clasped his own.