Luckily, Harry was saved from answering by Dumbledore's arrival. He sighed in relief. Draco looked over at him in concern.

"Are you ok, honey? You've been acting weird," Draco said.

"No, I'm fine. Must just be the stress of what happened. Worrying, you know," Harry said.

Draco's eyes softened. "There's nothing to worry about. I'll be fine. I always am."

"Ah, Mr. Potters. How are the two of you?"

"We're good, Professor. Harry was just telling me how worried he's been about me," Draco said.

"Indeed? I'm glad to hear you're fine. I just wanted to let you know that I'll be announcing your return to your room at dinner tonight. I'll be by after breakfast tomorrow to take you to your room."

"Why are you taking us to our room?" Draco asked.

"Well, Peeves destroyed your room. It was a fit of anger after a run in with the Bloody Baron. So, we've moved all your things to a new room."

"Is our stuff all right?" Draco asked, anxiously.

"Your personal items are all intact. It was just the furniture and walls."

Draco let out the breath he was holding. "Good. I didn't want to go shopping. That's not the way I want to spend my first day out of here." As he said that, his eyes traveled up and down Harry's body, leaving Harry with the feeling he could see through his clothes.

"Well, I must see Poppy. Have a good day," Dumbledore said with a nod.

Harry noticed Draco pouting. "What's wrong, Draco?"

"I can't believe Peeves destroyed our rooms. I finally had everything exactly the way I wanted it," Draco moaned.

Harry didn't know what to say. "Well, I'm sure if anyone can get the new place up to par, it's you. I'm sure you'll do a great job."

"You mean, you aren't going to help?"

"I didn't think you'd want me to," Harry said, honestly.

"Of course I do. You're going to live there, too. It should reflect both of us."

"Okay, if you want me to help, I will."

Madam Pomfrey popped up next to them. "I just wanted to talk a couple things over with you both before you're released tomorrow. First off, even though you feel better, I want you to take it easy. You had a head injury and they are more complicated than you think. Try not to spend too much time on your feet. No more than an hour or two and then take a rest. No physical exertion. I know you're married but that part of your relationship will have to be put on hold until further notice. I also don't want you taking stairs too often. You can still use them as long as you don't over do it. Therefore, I have already talked to your teachers and they're willing to send you your work this week. Any questions?"

Draco just stared at her. "So, you mean to say that my husband and I can't make love to each other?"
Harry gaped at him. 'Of course, out of everything she said, he only comes away with that. Doesn't surprise me. What with all the stories.'

Madam Pomfrey blushed. "I'm sorry but it could make things worse."

"Draco, if she says it's best for your recovery, then you need to listen. I'll never forgive myself if something bad happens that could have been prevented," Harry said.

"All right. Fine. Ruin my fun," Draco pouted.

"So, Draco, what shall we do all day?" Harry asked. Madam Pomfrey took that as her cue to leave.

"Hmmm, not sure. I'm bored, though."

"Well, why don't you tell me the story of how we got together?" Harry asked, hopefully.

"But, you know. Why do I have to tell you?"

Harry started stuttering. "W-well, um, be-because, you see, it'll pass some time and you tell it really good."

Draco smiled. "I'll tell the story if you get in bed with me."

Harry's eyes widened. "Um, I suppose so." He slowly climbed to his feet and walked to the bed. Draco slid over and Harry laid down next to him. Draco immediately cuddled up next to him, with his head on Harry's chest and an arm wrapped around his waist. After a moment, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco. 'This is actually really nice. He fits perfectly against me.'

"Well, I guess, for me at least, it started in Fourth Year. You were chosen for the tournament and I was angry and jealous at first. You seemed to get everything. But, that first task." Draco paused for a moment. "I realized how dangerous it was. I was so scared when that dragon snapped the chain and flew after you. I thought it was going to kill you for sure and I knew I didn't want that to happen. That was when it hit me that I had fallen in love with you. I wanted to tell you but I thought you would never return my feelings. So, instead, I worked harder to insult you so you would never find out. But, then, the Yule Ball came. I got stuck with Pansy because she was safe. She knew I wasn't into girls and would often pretend to be my girlfriend so other girls would leave me alone. I watched you. All night. You were so cute in your dress robes. You were a terrible dancer and I wanted to teach you how. I saw you slip outside for some fresh air and I followed you…"

~ Draco 'Flashback' ~

Harry walked down to the lake. He was bored at the ball and just wanted the night to be over with. He sat on a rock after clearing off the snow with his wand.

"Were you not getting enough attention, Potter?" Draco drawled. 'Why do I always insult him?'

"I'm pretty tired, Malfoy. Can we do this another time? Tuesday at 2:30, perhaps?" Harry said, sarcastically.

'Two can play that game,' Malfoy thought, amused. "Actually, Tuesday's no good for me but I have Thursday free, if that works for you."

Harry looked up and actually smiled. He gave a low chuckle. "It's a date."

Draco felt a thrill run through him. "It's not a date. My date night is Saturday. We can change it to Saturday, if you like."

Harry's eyes met Draco's. He could see the amusement in them…and something else. 'Is he flirting with me?' He thought he saw a flicker of desire but it was gone just as quick as it appeared. "If we change the day, can we also change the plans?"

"What did you have in mind?" Draco said, huskily.

Harry's breath caught. He stood up and walked over to Malfoy. "Well, we could talk or play a game…or this." He leaned forward and brushed his lips across Draco's. Draco's response was immediate. He slid his tongue across Harry's lips and Harry's mouth opened to let him in.

~ End Draco's 'Flashback' ~

"We dated in secret for the rest of the year. We were both worried about everyone's reactions. We outed ourselves on the last day of school. We were leaving after breakfast and hadn't gotten a chance to be alone in almost a week. We were at our own tables and I kept sneaking glances at you. You were getting so frustrated. Finally, you just stood up and said 'Fuck it', very loudly I might add. Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch you. You marched over to my table and grabbed my tie to pull me up and kiss me in front of everyone," Draco chuckled. "Needless to say, everyone was shocked. Except Dumbledore. I swear, that man knows everything. Bloody unsettling, if you ask me. Anyway, you apologized and dragged me off to the lake. It was our spot after that first meeting there. We made out and talked until it was time to go.

"We didn't get to owl each other too much that summer because of my father. But, when we got back to school, it was like we hadn't been apart. Since the school knew, we didn't have to hide our relationship anymore. By Halloween, the Daily Prophet had found out and then my father. He disowned me. I was really upset by that but you said it didn't matter. You would take care of me. At Christmas, you proposed. That was one of the happiest days of my life. Your friends said we were too young, only 15. That we probably wouldn't even love each other a year from then. But, we refused to listen. You convinced Dumbledore to marry us the next year soon after school started. I wanted a big ceremony so everyone knew you were mine but you wanted something small since you hate attention. I couldn't say no to you. So, we got married by Dumbledore in our spot by the lake on October 7th with only my mother, Pansy, Blaise, Ron, and Hermione as witnesses. We had agreed not to have sex until that night. At first, it was just because we were too young and we weren't ready. Then, we thought it would just be romantic to wait until we were married. We got our own rooms at the school which we spent weeks decorating. Life was perfect last year at school. During our last holiday before summer, we went to Godric's Hollow to see your parents' house and you could just tell it used to be beautiful so we decided to fix the damage that had been done to it so we could make it our home. We rented a room at the beginning of the summer while we made the house habitable. Then, we moved in while we finished fixing it. And that, my love, is our love story. We're still working on it so we'll see how it ends."

"Wow. That is some story," Harry said. Draco's imagination was even more elaborate than he had thought. "I can't believe how much time has gone by. It's time for dinner. Are you hungry, Draco?"

Draco's face fell. "Honey, are you mad at me?"

Harry frowned. "No, why?"

"Because you always call me baby but you haven't once today or yesterday."

"Oh. No, I'm not mad. I guess I've just been too worried and didn't even notice." Harry paused. "I'm sorry…baby."

Draco smiled and bit his lip. "It's okay. I just wanted to know. Yes, I'm hungry now."