Draco woke up the next morning with a groan.

Harry had woken up an hour before and was trying to focus on his homework over his headache. He looked over at Draco now, and he tried to open his eyes and his nose scrunched up from the light. He thought it was oddly cute, the way his forehead scrunched up, but he knew he was in pain so he moved to get up and walk over.

Draco's head was pounding and the light from the window was assaulting his eyes. When he tried to sit up his stomach turned and he felt nauseous. He laid back down and then felt the bed shift.

"Your head hurts?" Harry asked as he reached out a hand to feel Draco's forehead. Draco didn't open his eyes.

"Feels like someone let loose a hippogryph in my head," Draco groaned.

"Here, take this." Draco opened an eye and saw Harry holding out a glass of water and holding something else in his other hand.

"What's that?"

"Medicine. Muggle medicine. Dean and Seamus forgot to make more hangover potion and I'm trash at making them. Anyway, it'll help with your headache, you swallow it."

"Muggles are weird," Draco muttered but still went to try and sit up again.

"Let me help you," Harry said when he saw Draco struggling. Setting down the cup and pill on the bedside table, he leaned forward and helped pull Draco gently into a sitting position.

When Draco was sitting up against the headboard, Harry picked up the water and medicine again, "Here, put the pill on the back of your tongue and swallow it with the water."

It took Draco a couple tries but he finally got it down and made a face, "Why would muggles do that?"

"To feel better," Harry laughed slightly, "I mean, why would wizards take Skeligrow when it tastes so bad? To heal themselves."

Draco made a noncommittal noise and closed his eyes. The sun streaming in the window was brighter than he ever remembered and everything seemed just a bit louder than usual.

Draco's eyes were squeezed shut again, trying to block out the sun and Harry quickly noticed. Harry got up then and closed the curtains on the four-poster, leaving a slight gap on one side where he was sitting originally.

"Better?"

Draco opened his eyes again to find it much darker than it was before. "Much, thanks."

"Course," Harry paused for a moment as he watched Draco shift on the pillows, "I can run a bath for you if you'd like, it might help a bit."

Draco stopped moving then and turned to look up at him. No one had really been as kind to him as Harry was being now and it made his heart ache, if possible he liked him even more in that moment. "I don't want to be a bother," Draco finally said.

"You're not. You took care of me when I had that nightmare." Draco suddenly remembered the way Harry looked that night - tears running down his face and moving about on the bed - he wanted to reach out to grab his hand but stopped himself at the last second. "It's the least I could do," Harry finished.

Draco was about to answer when he remembered something, "Wasn't today a Hogsmeade weekend? I don't want you to miss out on it taking care of me."

Ron was seated at a table in the three broomsticks, waiting for Hermione to return from the restroom when Ginny and Luna entered.

Ginny saw him first and with a deep breath, tugged Luna along after her.

Ron looked up when Ginny arrived at the table. "Oh hey Ginny, Luna. How are you guys?"

"We're okay," Ginny looked down at the seat across from Ron. He was sitting in a booth in the back of the restaurant. "Can we sit for a moment?" Ginny gestured to the seat.

Ron looked over towards the restrooms, but he didn't see Hermione yet.

"Don't worry," Ginny laughed a little breathlessly, "I'm not here to crash your date, it'll just be a moment. I have something I need to tell you."

"Alright," Ron said, feeling sort of nervous at the serious tone Ginny had used. He gestured to the booth and they sat down. "So what's up?"

Ginny laced her fingers together on her lap and stared down at them for a moment before gathering her courage and looking up. Ron was giving her a worried look.

"Luna and I…" Ginny trailed off for a moment, "we're dating. I'm bi."

Ron let out a relieved sigh and Ginny gave him a funny look, "Oh thank god. You had me worried for a moment, I thought you were going to tell me something horrible. You didn't really think I would care did you?"

"Well, I wasn't sure. I don't know…" Ginny trailed off. She knew deep down that Ron wouldn't care, but a part of her was still a bit worried. She felt a weight had been lifted off her shoulders though as Ron smiled at her.

"I don't care who you like, long as they don't hurt you," Ron sent Luna a look then, "Don't go hurting my little sister."

"I won't," Luna said and reached out to grab Ginny's hand.

"What's going on over here," Hermione said as she walked up with a smile, "Did I miss the party?" she slid into the booth next to Ron and pulled her butterbeer up to herself.

"Oh, Ginny just came to say hi," Ron said, not sure if Ginny wanted everyone to know yet or not.

"We're dating, Luna and I," Ginny said, suddenly confident after Ron's acceptance.

"That's great!" Hermione said happily and Ginny beamed over at her. "Do you two want to join us? I can get a waitress over here for you two if you'd like.

Ginny looked over at Ron and had to stifle a laugh as she saw Ron's pleading look. "It's alright, I'll leave you two to your date," Ginny and Luna stood up then to go find a table.

Hermione got up to go to the other side of the table.

"Is everyone gay?" Ron said, sliding down in the booth and picking up his drink.

Hermione let out a laugh, "Well you aren't as far as I know. Lavender definitely isn't either."

"Not helping," Ron said, but couldn't help cracking a small smile.

"I don't want you to miss out on it taking care of me," Draco said.

"I wasn't planning on going today, don't worry about it. I'm a little hung over too."

"Still…"

"Draco," Draco looked back up at him, "Listen, I don't mind okay?"

Draco nodded his head numbly, he wasn't really used to being taken care of by anyone other than his mother.

"So do you want me to run a bath for you?"

A small smile spread across Draco's face and Harry grinned. "I'll take that as a yes."

Draco watched as Harry stood up and disappeared out the gap in the curtains and soon after he heard the water turn on. He let out a sigh, Harry was just too good for him. No matter what Harry said, he deserved much better than him, Draco thought.

Harry returned a few minutes later. "Need help getting up?"

"No I can do it," Draco said, moving to get up. After a few seconds, it became clear he couldn't, and with a chuckle Harry moved to help him.

"Thanks," Draco murmured when they got to the bathroom.

"No problem, call me if you need anything."

Draco stood there a moment after the door closed before turning to the steaming bath. It was the perfect temperature.

Harry moved back to his bed where his homework had been left forgotten. He picked up his potions book, looking it over. He still couldn't believe he was back here sometimes, it was so weird to come back and have a normal school year after so much had happened the year before. He couldn't complain though, it had given him a second chance at a lot of things and had also allowed him to be friends with Draco.

Moving over to the end of his bed he reached under and pulled out the Marauder's map. It had been a while since he'd really looked at it.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Harry said, tapping his wand on the parchment, watching as ink spread across the page.

He absently searched for his name and his eyes trailed over to Draco's name. Oh so close to his. Harry was reminded of all the time he had spent watching Draco's name move over the parchment in sixth year and the couple times his eyes had sought out Draco's name during the time he spent searching for Horcruxes. Wondering why he hadn't realized sooner that he liked Draco, he set the parchment down on his bed.

His homework was still sitting open on his bed and he decided he should probably work on it before Draco got out.

Draco sat in the bath until the water ran cold and then drug himself out unwillingly. When he walked out he found Harry writing his potions essay, a look of concentration on his face. That concentration was quickly ruined as he noticed Draco and his face quickly colored, thinking about the night before.

Draco noticed Harry's gaze and moved over to his bed as quickly as his stomach and dizzy head would let him. He grabbed some clothes out of his dresser and ducked onto his bed to change behind the curtains.

When he came out he was dressed in what looked like pajama bottoms and a dark green muggle sweatshirt.

"Where'd you get that from," Harry said, eyeing the sweatshirt, "Thought you hated muggle things.'

"I don't hate muggle things. And for the record, Pansy gave it to me and it's comfortable."

"Mmmhmm," Harry said with a smirk, "Want to go down to the common room? I think everyone is at Hogsmeade and we can sit by the fire."

"Alright."

Just as Harry suspected, no one was in the room and they sat down on the nice couch right in front of the fire, Harry pulling out his transfiguration homework and Draco pulling out a book.

The fire was warm and Draco was drowsy. Not even twenty minutes after sitting down, his eyes were struggling to stay open and the book was slipping from his fingers.

Harry looked over when he felt something hit his shoulder and saw Draco asleep, leaning against him, his book held in loose fingers resting on his lap. Harry smiled at the sight.

Draco's lips were slightly parted and he could feel his breath against his neck. Harry reached forward, making sure not to disrupt Draco, and closed his book, marking it with a piece of parchment. He turned back to Draco and contemplated for a moment before placing his arm gently around Draco.

Draco let out a sigh in his sleep as he snuggled in closer to Harry. He ran his fingers through Draco's slightly damp hair then, messing it up just slightly. Turning back to his homework, he kept his fingers in Draco's hair, absentmindedly running his hands through it as he worked.