"I have a question."

Daphne looked up from her book to look at Harry, who was standing in front of her, his hands behind his back, "and the question is?" she asked, slowly closing the book and sitting up a little bit, her back against their tree.

"Um…well…our first quidditch game is coming up…and I was wondering…you know if you…if you would wear my jersey…"

Daphne raised an eyebrow. On the outside she was keeping a cool and calm demeanor, on the inside she was panicking, "Harry," she said carefully, "I thought we were keeping this 'relationship' a secret?"

"Well, we never really said that we were," Harry started, scratching his head, "I mean…I know we're not broadcasting it, but I just thought-"

"Harry," she said again, a little more forcefully, "do you know what would happen if we just, announced that we were together?"

"Why don't you tell me Daphne, since I obviously don't know." Harry said, his temper rising.

Daphne stood up, "we would both be ostracized, my house already thinks I'm some…some scarlet woman because I wear your sweater to sleep.'

"I never told you to wear it to sleep, did i?" Harry asked angrily, "and who cares if a couple of people don't like our relationship."

"A couple? Harry half the school would be in an uproar!"

"You're blowing this out of proportion." He said dismissively.

"Am I? Famous Harry Potter, the boy who lived, someone who was thought to be the heir of Slytherin only last year, suddenly gong out with Daphne Greengrass, the heiress to one of the oldest families in the wizarding world, tell e that won't make people talk, tell me that won't make some of your so called friends wouldn't turn their backs on you because of that."

"They won't," Harry said firmly, "they're not so petty, not like-"

'Not like what?" Daphne asked as Harry stopped himself from finishing his sentence, "go on, go ahead and say it."

"Say what?"

"You know what you were going to say Potter," she snapped, "you were going to say 'not like Slytherin's.' an I wrong?"

Harry didn't say anything, just watched her.

"I thought so," she muttered, walking away from him.

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Daphne sat watching the quidditch game, glaring at Harry as he flew around.

"So, why are you mad?" Tracey asked as she sat down next to Daphne.

"I'm not mad." She muttered, which made Tracey roll her eyes.

"Yes you are," Tracy said, "You're just glaring at the sky as if it kicked you."

Daphne sighed, rubbing her eyes, "Nothing…just…problems."

"What problems?" Tracey asked, looking around, 'problems with your 'boyfriend'?" she asked, giving finger quotes.

"Guess you could say that." Daphne muttered.

"Well, what's wrong?"

"He…he wanted me to wear his jersey to the game."

"He's on the quidditch team?"

Daphne sent her a glare, making Tracey hold her hands up, "Right, stupid question, but what's so bad about wearing his jersey?"

"Nothing…I mean…people are already talking…and…I'm tired of it…"

"Really?" Tracey asked in surprise, 'you never say anything."

"Of course I don't, if I were to turn around and bite their heads off for some of the things they were saying, they'd just take it as it being true." She shook her head, "I'm getting the brunt of all of this…if I were to wear his jersey, everyone would know who he was…and…I don't want him to have to put up with this."

"I'm sure he could take it," Tracey said, "If he can't, then what kind of guy is he? Daphne, is there another reason why you don't want people to know? Are you embarrassed of him? Oh my god, it's not Neville is it?"

"God no!" Daphne exclaimed, "What kind of question is that?"

"Sorry, just seeing if it were true." She said, looking at the seekers as they flew into the sky after the snitch, "but are you embarrassed of him?"

"No…I…I don't know…I mean…" Daphne sighed and looked up at the sky as the rain came down, "what'll happen if he can't take it? I mean…he doesn't exactly have it easy now…and…the extra attention might drive him over the edge.'

"Wait, you're not talking about-" Tracey started, until a scream cut her off, the scream coming from Daphne as Harry plummeted out of the sky.

"HARRY!" she cried as he fell, she quickly pushed her way to the edge of the stands, where both Millicent and Tracey stopped her from going any further, "SOMEONE HELP HIM!" She screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks, 'PLEASE!" she broke free of Millicent and Tracey and ran straight to the stairs that lead to the field, taking them three at a time, stumbling as she landed on the field, running as hard as she could as Harry somehow started to slow down, coming to a rest on the field just as Daphne got to him, she fell to her knee's next to him and shook him, "Harry wake up!" she pleaded, "Harry please! Please wake up!"

'Ms. Greengrass!" Dumbledore shouted, striding over to her, 'what are you doing out here! Get back to the stands!"

"Professor! Please help him!" Daphne cried, cradling Harry's head in her lap, "Please!"

*Later on*

Daphne sat next to Harry in the hospital wing, around her she could here the Gryffindor team and their friends muttering amongst themselves, but she didn't really pay attention to them, her entire focus was on Harry. Watching the faint rise and fall of his chest, she hadn't moved from her spot since she had followed him in, she had flat out refused to leave him when Madam Pomfrey checked him over, and she refused to leave when his teammates came in, she just sat there, holding his hand and hoping he would wake up.

"He doesn't look to well does he?" Ron said.

"What'd you expect Ron? He fell fifty feet." Fred said.

"Yeah," George said, "lets drop you off the astronomy tower and see how you look after."

"A lot better then he looks now…" Harry mumbled, making every one look at him in surprise and relief.

"Harry!" Daphne said thankfully, throwing her arms around him, "oh thank god…"

"Daphne…what…" Harry looked at his friends, who were awkwardly waiting.

Daphne quickly let him going, remember that the other Gryffindor's were waiting, she gave a small cough and sat there as they talked, she didn't really listen, she was just watching Harry, she didn't smile, but anyone who knew her would know she was happy.

"Daphne." Harry said softly, making Daphne look up, she hadn't even noticed that everyone else had left, leaving her alone with Harry, the boy was smiling at her, 'you ran onto the field when it happened?"

She nodded. "I…I was worried…" she said, looking down, "I mean…I saw you falling…and…" she shook her head, "what did you expect me to do?"

Harry shrugged, "don't know…we didn't exactly end our last conversation on a good note."

"Idiot," she said softly, "d'you think one little fight would make me just ignore the fact that you were in danger?"

Harry just shrugged again.

She shook her head and hugged him again, this time she buried her face in his chest, Harry put his arms around her, and for a few moments neither said anything. Then Daphne spoke, so softly that Harry almost missed what she said.

"I was scared…" she whispered.

"What?"

"I was scared," she said, a little louder, "both at the quidditch game and the tree…when you asked me to wear your Jersey…I…I started thinking about all the things people have been saying to me over the past week…and then I thought about what they would say to you when they saw me wearing your Jersey…and…I wondered what you would do if you couldn't handle it…"

"What have people been saying about you?" Harry asked.

She shook her head, "nothing worth repeating." She said spitefully, "just rumors, most of them silly…but they can hurt if you're not used to them."

"And you're used to them?"

"I'm the Ice Queen of Slytherin." Daphne said. "There's a reason I have that nickname."

"Hmm…"harry hummed, "well, you're not very cold at the moment, and you aren't really cold in general, I think people just don't know you."

Daphne smiled at that, then let him go; sitting back in her chair, "harry…" she hesitated.

"Yes?"

"If…if your offer is still good…I'd like to wear your Jersey at your next match."

"You're not worried about what people think?" Harry asked.

She shook her head, 'kind of showed my hand when I ran out on the field today." She said with a small smile, "and besides…what does it matter what a few people say?"

*The Next Morning*

Daphne woke up to Gryf pulling on one of her earrings, attempting to pull it forcefully out of its place. "Gryf!" she complained, which instantly made the dragon let go and fly away.

"That little lizard is starting to get bold," Milicent said from where she was putting her uniform on, "he keeps stealing galleons from my desk, bits of jewelry too, but he never tried to take anything off that I was wearing."

"He's running out of shiny things he can easily steal." Tracey mumbled from her bed.

"Why is he stealing so much?" Daphne grumbled, sitting up and glaring at the dragon, which was watching them all from his spot on the bed post.

"Dragons lairs always have a lot of treasure, gold, silver, precious stones, anything they feel would be good for their nest." Milicent picked up a broken locket chain, she tossed it in the air and Gryf dove into the air and snatched it up before flying away, "we're lucky he's just taking trinkets that we don't wear anymore."

"Speak for yourself," Tracey muttered, "little rat took my favorite pair of earrings."

"I'll try and find his nest," Daphne promised, "and get them back." She got up and changed into her uniform, then stopped when she realized something, "where's Pansy?"

Tracey looked at Milicent nervously, who simply shrugged at her, "erm…Pansy left earlier this morning…she…"

"She doesn't want to talk to you." Milicent said bluntly, making Tracey shoot her look, Milicent just shrugged again, "it's the truth, Pansy left early because she doesn't want to deal with you."

"Deal with me?" Daphne asked, crossing her arms, "she makes it sound like I'm unbearable in the mornings."

"She said she didn't want to here about Potter." Milicent said, leaning against the wall.

"When do I ever talk about Harry?"

"You will be in about three minutes," Milicent said, looking at Tracey, who was looking at Daphne expectantly.

"Oh no…"

"Come on Daphne!"

"No."

"Please!"

"No."

"But-"

"Tracey," Daphne said sharply, cutting off her eager friend, "I'm not going to discuss my relationship."

"But you have too!" Tracey exclaimed, "I mean, we know next to nothing about Potter."

"You know Harry, he's in our year."

"I mean we don't know him personally."

"Then get to know him," Daphne said as they turned into the great hall, Daphne stopped as she felt hundreds of eyes burning into her.

"You alright Daphne?" Tracey asked, trying to ignore the looks they were getting.

"Fine…just…" she stopped as she heard someone clear their throat, she turned and found Harry standing behind her, "Harry…" she said in relief, taking a step towards him.

"Daphne." He said with a smile, "I was wondering if you'd like to have Breakfast…at the Gryffindor table…w-with me…I mean…you don't have to…but I'd like you too…and…"

Daphne gave a small smile, "I'd love to," she said, making Harry splutter a little more as Daphne turned to Tracey, "would it be alright if I-"

"go ahead," Tracy said with a grin, promptly nudging Daphne into Harry, "go on you two!"

Daphne blushed a little, "Tracey!" she said sternly, but Tracey was already skipping to the table, grinning at her flustered friend.

Harry laughed a little, "Come on Daphne, I'm sure everyone's dying to see you." he took her hand and lead her over to the Gryffindor table, with Daphne becoming nervous with every step.