Harry's P.O.V.
My head hurts and there's a ringing in my ears. I moan and try to put my hand to my forehead, but someone's hand is already on top of mine.
I slowly open my eyes and I'm met with the harsh sunlight streaming into the room.
My vision swims for a few seconds before clearing. I look up and see a pale face staring down at me.
"Dray?" I whisper. Draco smiles down at me.
"Yeah, Baby it's me." he answers. "Are you ok? You hit your head really hard."
"I guess," I start slowly. "Um... what exactly happened?"
"Bludger hit you off your broom during a Quidditch match yesterday." he answers.
"Yesterday?!" I ask. I can't believe I've been unconscious that long. I look at him more closely and notice dark rings under his eyes. "Ferret? How long have you been here?" I demand.
"Since yesterday..." he admits. "I left when Madam Pomfrey told me to but I snuck back in last night."
"Didn't you get any sleep?" I'm beginning to feel guilty.
"I wanted to make sure my angel was okay," he protests.
We don't say anything as I grab his head and pull him towards me into a kiss. We pull apart after a few seconds and he blushes even though we've been dating for two months.
"There," I smile. "I feel better already."
