A week after Quidditch tryouts, the whole school knew about Harry and Draco's relationship. Mostly, they heard the words "Finally!" or "About time!" but then on a Tuesday morning, there was a problem.

Harry had been walking with Hermione on the way to class, when someone called out "Hey, Freak!" The whole hallway stopped. Harry turned around to see Slytherin prefect Phillip Anderson storming towards him.

"Yeah, you, Potter. A word, now!" "What for?" Harry asked. "Now, Potter!" He stormed off, students parting to give him way. Harry raised his eyebrows at Hermione. She shrugged. Harry followed the prefect to an unused classroom. He closed the door, and turned to Harry.

"Look, you and Draco are going to break up." This was news to Harry. "What?" "Or rather, you are going to break up with him." "No. You can't make me." Yes I can, I'm a prefect. I'm looking after the best interests of the school, and when parents find out their child is attending school with a fairy, they're gonna pull them out. There won't be students, and Hogwarts needs students. So you and Draco are gonna break up, and pretend that what happened between the two of you never happened, you two go back to being the enemies you were, the house rivalry can resume, and life at Hogwarts will be normal again." "You're bonkers." "Now listen here Potter! Just because you defeated You-Know-Who, does not mean you can do whatever you want! Now, you're gonna do what I say or on top of the consequences, I'll take 300 points from Gryffindor house!" "No you won't Mr. Anderson."

Both boys' heads snap to see Professor Holmes in the doorway. "Step away from Mr. Potter, now, please." "Of course, Professor." Anderson stepped away from Harry, and approached the door. Professor Holmes left and was gone. Anderson turned around and drew his wand. "Do what I say Potter, or else." "No." "No?" "No, I will not do what you want me to do you, you don't have the right or the authority to order me to break up with my boyfriend, no matter what reason you have to justify it." "You asked for it."

He charged forward, and yelled "Expelliarmus!" Harry Drew his wand to defend himself but he was too slow. The spell hit him square in the chest and his wand was knocked from his hand. His head hit the wall behind him with a solid thump, and the last thing Harry saw was a hand approach him before the world went dark.

A week later...

"Harry! Harry, can you hear me?" "He's coming 'round!" "Wake up Harry!" Harry's eyes opened hesitantly. Three sets of eyes stared back at him. He started to sit up, but soon learned that was a bad idea.

"Ugh. What happened?" "You were attacked, do you remember?" Hermione answered his question, and left no time after her answer to ask her own. "Now none of that Ms. Granger. Mr. Potter is still coming to his wits. Now all of you, shoo. I have a patient to deal with. That includes you, Mr. Malfoy. You can all come back later."

A small woman in a white coat with mousy brown hair made shoo-ing motions with her hands, but the three visitors were reluctant to leave.

"Come Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger. I would not irk Nurse Hooper if I were you." Harry turned his head to see Professor Holmes sitting a few feet away. He stood and Draco, Ron, and Hermione left with him. Harry didn't let Draco go without squeezing his hand in what Harry hoped was reassurance.

The four left and Harry looked over at Nurse Hooper. She smiled and said "Right, well, I'm Nurse Hooper, but you can call me Nurse Molly. You must be a bit confused, so let me explain. You were attacked by the Slytherin prefect. He hit you with the disarming curse, it knocked you backwards and you hit your head badly. You've been out for a week, I'm afraid."

Harry reeled. A week? He blinked in shock. Had it really been so long? "What about the prefect?" "I heard he's been expelled. You see he made the mistake of not listening to Sherlock, Professor Holmes I mean, and Professor Holmes waited to see if the prefect would do what he asked. The prefect instead attacked you and Professor Holmes saw him do it. He immediately took action and saw you lying there unconscious. He brought you here and here you've been ever since."

Yes, Harry remembered. He remembered being hit with the spell. He also remembered someone reaching for him. "You know, I've heard rumors." She was speaking again. "Which ones?" She started, as if she hadn't meant to say anything. "The ones about you and Draco Malfoy are but a few, I suppose. But those were confirmed in the last week alone, right before me. When he did not have classes, he was here. When he had meals, he ate with you. He did his work with you. He spent so much time here, waiting for you to wake up. He's in love with you, quite deeply, I can see it."

Harry smiled, but he also felt guilty. Draco had been here worrying about him, and probably felt that what happened was his fault. "When can I leave?" She smiled, and said "I want to keep you overnight, and then you should be clear tomorrow. Now, I don't think I should keep Mr. Malfoy away from you any longer, before he does something drastic."

Harry sat up a little and looked to the doors that opened. Harry could see Draco through them and he smiled. Draco saw Harry sitting up, and his eyes widened. He faltered for a short moment and then broke into a run.

"Harry! Thank Merlin, are you alright? Did she say you were alright? When can you leave? Should I stop asking questions? I should, alright, I'll stop. Do you want me to stop? Harry, I..." "Draco, come here." The blond looked frazzled, and put out. He approached Harry's hospital wing cot warily. Soon he was close enough for Harry to touch him. Harry glanced at Nurse Molly and said "Could you give us a minute?" "I can give you five, but that's all." Harry nodded, in thanks, and she left the main ward.

Harry turned to Draco and held out his hand. Draco knelt and took his hand. Harry smiled quickly and said "Nurse Molly says I'm fine, and I can leave tomorrow. As for you stopping questions, I don't mind. I'm really glad you're here. According to Nurse Molly, you've always been here. Thanks for that, I'm glad someone was, and I'm glad you were here when I woke up. Now there's really only one thing left to do." Draco looked at Harry, his eyes shining. Harry whispered "Kiss me." Draco smirked, but his true emotions shone through the unshed tears in his eyes. "With pleasure."

They both leant in and their lips touched. The tension drained out of Draco and the kiss deepened. Harry's eyes shut and the kiss lingered on until it became desperate, and filled with emotions, among them passion and desperation. Harry let his hand cup the back of Draco's neck and deepened the kiss even further until all those ran bare. Harry only pulled away when he felt something wet fall onto his cheek. Draco was crying.

"Draco? Draco, talk to me. Talk to me, what's wrong? Tell me, please!" He coughed in an attempt to stop, but it only served at to force more tears from his eyes. "Tell me." "When you were attacked, I'd been talking to Captain Watson, and then Ron came out running. He was breathing heavily, and he said 'We need to get the the hospital wing. That Anderson git bashed Harry's head in!' When he said that last part, I couldn't breathe. I must have started to collapse, because Captain Watson was supporting me. I thought you were dead, and that it was somehow my fault. I came to my wits and I ran. Both Captain Watson and Ron chased me, and then as I was coming up the stairwell, Sally Donovan stepped in front of me. 'I heard about your freak boyfriend. Too bad about his head, smashed against a wall like that. If he's alive by tomorrow, I'll be surprised.' I panicked and I pushed her out of the way. I could hear her laughing as I ran. Captain Watson was dragging Ron away from her, but I didn't care. My first thought was you. And then I saw you. Your head was splattered with blood, and you were really pale. Some other students were standing around but the teachers were holding them back. Professor Holmes was next to you, and he was soaked in it. Professor McGonagall pulled me aside and said 'He is alive, you should know that. And if there's anything that Mr. Potter has taught me, is that he is extremely hard to kill. You must remain vigilant.' And I tried but you wouldn't. Wake. Up. I was scared because this wasn't a Death Eater, a Dark Lord, a werewolf, or an arch-enemy, this was a teenager, with this misguided belief that you were wrong on who to love. We aren't in a war anymore, Harry. You shouldn't have been hurt in the first place, and I almost couldn't handle it. So I need to to swear to me. Swear that this will not happen again, that I will not almost lose you again, because you are the reason I'm still standing. If you are lost, I will lose myself. So swear. Please."

Harry was left reeling by Draco's speech, but he knew he had to answer. "Draco Malfoy, I cannot tell the future. I do not know what will happen, I cannot swear that I won't get hurt, and you cannot swear to me that you will not get hurt. But we can both swear to each other that no matter what we will be there for each other, that we will do our best to come back to each other. I will swear to that, I will swear that to you. I promise."

So it's been a while since I updated this story, and I know this is kind of a sappy, weird, boring chapter. Next chapter will involve Mycroft, and possibly Mrs. Hudson, but I don't really have an idea on how to involve her yet, maybe running the Leaky Cauldron, I don't know. I hope that you (the reader) still enjoy my story, and will review. Please review, I need them. Okay, I'll shut up now, just remember: Enjoy, Review, Check out my other stories, Review on those, PM me if you have questions (I will answer them), and then enjoy some more fanfiction. Bye!