...Then Who is He?
Chapter 6
I don't own Harry Potter

"Where were you Harry? Ron and I came back to our car, but you were gone," Hermione asked as I sat down at the Gryffindor table at the start of term feast.

"I had to talk to someone," I said, pulling up the collar of my robes.

Ginny caught my motion and saw what I was trying to hide. "Harry!" she shrieked, blushing brightly. "You didn't!"

"Mum told me to," I muttered, leaving my collar.

"But Malfoy?" she hissed, leaning towards me as to not be overheard.

"What are you two talking about?" Hermione asked, leaning into talk to us. Then she saw it too.

"Harry! Who gave you that?" she gasped, drawing Ron's attention.

"Malfoy's looking happy about something," he said, "What?" he asked, seeing Hermione's shocked expression.

"Not Malfoy!" she gasped, shocked.

I nodded, not meeting her eye, but looking at Draco. He smiled at me when I caught his eye, a genuine smile that made my heart melt.

"What?" Ron asked again, clueless as ever.

"Harry...look at his neck," Hermione said.

"And Malfoy did it to him!" Ginny said breathlessly.

"Malfoy did what?! I'll kill him!" Ron screamed, standing from our table.

"Ron no!" I yelled, grabbing his arm and glancing at Draco, telling him to run with my eyes.

Draco shook his head, but stood and walked over to the Gryffindor table.

"Do you have a problem Weasley?" Draco asked coolly.

"You know I do," Ron growled, pulling his arm from my grasp.

"What is it this time?" Draco drawled, holding out his arm as I slipped to stand next to him.

"You gave Harry a hickey," Ron hissed, not noticing that I was no longer behind him.

"I didn't do anything Harry didn't want," Draco said, his arm tightening around me almost imperceptibly.

"He's right Ron," I said softly.

Ron's eyes bugged. "You've Imperioused him," Ron hissed, lunging at Draco.

Draco pushed me into Hermione as Ron leaped on him. They rolled around on the floor, punching, kicking, and biting.

"Ron, Draco, stop!" I yelled, trying to get away from Hermione.

"Don't, you'll get hurt," Hermione said, holding me back. "Let Snape deal with it."

Snape had come down from the teacher's table along with McGonagall, and they were pulling Ron and Draco apart.

Ron had a split lip, a bloody nose, and the beginnings of a black eye. But Draco looked worse, he had a cut on his cheek, another on his forehead, a bloody nose, and was cringing every time he moved his right arm.

"Are you okay Draco?" I asked, running to him once Hermione released me to check on Ron.

"I'm fine Harry," Draco said, cupping my cheek in his left hand. "Are you okay?"

"I wasn't the one fighting," I said softly, pulling a handkerchief out of my pocket and carefully wiping the blood from his face.

"But he's your best friend Harry," Draco said, smiling sadly.

"Not any more. Not if he won't accept us."

"I don't want to come between you and your friends Harry, I don't want to ruin your life," Draco said, trying to move away from me.

"Don't," I said, putting my hand over his, "I love you Draco, you are my life. Ron can't change that."

Draco smiled softly, leaning down to give me a kiss. "I love you too Harry."

"We better get you to Madam Pomfrey," I said, ducking back under his arm and leading him out of the Great Hall.

...

"Is Draco okay?" Hermione asked shyly when I finally got back to the Gryffindor common room.

"His shoulder was dislocated and he has a concussion so Madam Pomfrey is keeping him overnight," I said, sitting down in one of the arm chairs. "Where's Ginny?"

"I'm here," Ginny said from near the portrait hole. "I was sending an owl to Mum. To tell her the full story," Ginny said, sitting in an arm chair next to me. "Ron's still in with Dumbledore. Snape and McGonagall too."

"I'm going to bed. Classes start tomorrow and it's been a long day," I said, standing from my chair.

"Good night Harry," Hermione said softly, watching me make my way upstairs with sadness in her eyes.