Hello my lovely readers! I am sad to say that this is the last time I will update Hidden :(

This story is officially completed!

I want to say thank you to all of you who have read my story,

and I want to say thank you to all my amazing reviewers!

I couldn't have finished this without you're encouragement!

I absolutely loved writing Hidden, and I hope you all loved reading it :)

I am still working on a few other stories if you wish to check them out if you haven't yet;

A True Slytherin(Harry/Draco, Time Travel)

Backwards Sense of Truth(Harry/Remus, Time Travel)

The Truth(Ace/Luffy)

3rd POV

It's been three days since Draco and Harry first settled the bond. Harry had been so exhausted from nearly dying, he spent all three of those days sleeping in his bed. Of course, Hermione had wanted to take Harry to Pomfrey, but Draco wouldn't let anyone near his mate. Fortunately, Hermione gave up after her sixth attempt at getting Harry to the hospital wing. Pomfrey had to go to the dorm herself to check on Harry, and on the morning of the third day, her seventh check-up on him, she stated that all seemed normal and should be waking up by that night, if not then the next morning. To say Draco was happy would be an understatement. Hearing this news, he ushered everyone from the dorm, locked it from them getting back in, and settled back on the bed to wait for his love to wake up. No one could figure out why Harry had not went back to the way he normally looked during school; Draco figured he either couldn't change back in his sleep, or he just no longer wanted to hide. To be honest, Draco preferred to see Harry's true form instead of his human one.

Draco laid there, running his fingers through the long black hair, enjoying the softness of the tresses. He let a smile grace his features when Harry leaned into the touch, his wings rustling with the movement. Everyone had been really shocked when they first saw Harry's new image, Ron's reaction was the most hilarious. The guy had actually passed out, and Hermione screamed. Draco smirked, oh he couldn't wait to tell Harry how his best friends had reacted.

He was rather glad they were exempt from classes for until Harry was ready to go back to life as normal, they were also exempt from all work they missed. Another rather amusing moment was when Pomfrey noticed the giant bruise on Draco's cheek. When she had pointed it out, Hermione blushed a beet red and Draco actually cringed, before poking at it. He had, unfortunately, completely forgotten about it being there. Pomfrey had made a tut-tut sound, before rubbing a bruise salve on it. Thankfully the bruise was gone now, so Draco wouldn't have to face the humility of Harry asking why he had a bruise on his face.

It was at three a.m that Draco was poked poking was soft and gentle at first, but after five minutes of that, the finger got annoyed and started jabbing at the back of the person it was trying to wake up. Draco groaned, swatting at the offending finger, before scooting away from it when it refused to stop. The person guiding the finger gave a sigh, before simply shoving the boy off the side of the bed. Draco gave a loud, disgruntled, oomph, accompanied by a rather loud thud.

"Damn it, Harry, I wanted to sleep…" Harry raised an eyebrow, waiting for it to settle in the boys head that he was awake. It didn't take very long.

"Harry!" Draco swiftly stood, before throwing himself at said male in the bed. It was a good thing Harry managed to catch him. Harry gave a laugh, holding Draco tightly to his chest, his wings moving to surround the both of them.

"Draco. Glad to see you finally woke up. You sleep like a freaking rock." Harry laughed again at Draco's poorly attempted glare.

"Yes, thanks so much for shoving me off the bed, Harry. How are you feeling?" Draco gave a smile, Harry in turn running his fingering through Draco's blonde hair.

"I'm doing better, thank you. How long was I out for?"

"Only about three days. We are exempt from class and all work until you are ready to go back to your daily routine. Also, we will be getting our own rooms, now that you're awake. The headmaster has agreed to let us sit at either table." Draco replied, getting himself comfortable against Harry's chest.

"Really? I find that surprising, but I suppose it makes sense with how he is always trying to get house unity. Enough of that, though, are you doing okay? What made you come back? Do you really love me? Am I still dreaming? I'm sorry you had to see me in such a state. Should I change back? I can if this form disgusts you or-" Harry was suddenly cut off by a pair of lips capturing his in a gentle kiss.

"One, don't ever call yourself disgusting. You are very beautiful in your true form, and I don't want you to change back. Two, you aren't dreaming, as I proved with that kiss. Three, of course I love you, idiot. I was just too scared to admit it. Yes, I am doing just fine now that you're awake again." Draco smiled, seeing relief flood Harry's face, before Harry drew him into another, loving, kiss.

Releasing Draco, Harry sniffed the air slightly, before speaking, "Pomfrey and my friends will be here in a few seconds. She probably had an alarm set to tell her when I woke." Draco hummed, not bothering to move when Harry removed his wings from around them.

Sure enough, the door opened a few seconds later, Madam Pomfrey the first to walk in.

Without a word, she did her diagnostic spells, before grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Well, Harry, you are free to go! I see no need to keep you here any longer. Feel free to explain things to your friends in here, first. This room has privacy charms." Harry nodded.

"Thank you, Pomfrey, I appreciate it. I will take you up on that offer." She nodded before smiling slightly, and walking out.

"Well, I am that of a rare creature, for one, and am now mated to Draco." Harry started off with the basics. Hermione nodded, and oddly enough, Ron silently stood there, staring at the floor.

"Harry, when did you get your inheritance, and why didn't you tell us?" Hermione questioned, not noticing the silent Ron.

"On the night I turned seventeen, and I was afraid of how you might react. I am part snake after all." He explained, letting Draco burrow himself into his arms. Though Draco still kept an eye on the other two, "did you ever figure out who it was that hit me with that spell?" I asked, rather curious.

"Oh, yes. You won't be pleased with it either," Hermione frowned.

"Please, just tell me, Herm."

"It was Dumbledore." She almost whispered it, but I still heard. Somehow, I wasn't too shocked.

"I see. So, he really is not trustworthy." I gave a sigh.

Are you going to stay in your true form then? You look rather sexy like that." Hermione smirked, showing she was playing around. Harry laughed, glad for the change in topic and that she was taking this rather well. Ron, on the other hand…

"Yes, I plan to stay like I am. Its not so restricting and Draco wishes I not change to my other form." Harry replied, beginning to really worry about the silence Ron was showing. Hermione glanced at Ron, frowning.

"Ron?" She tried, with no kept staring at the floor.

"Ron, I-" Harry tried, before being interrupted.

"Don't you dare talk to me, you freak of nature." Ron growling, shocking all three people in the room. Ron looked up, a hard glare set in his features. Harry instantly tensed, waiting.

Hermione looked at Ron, disbelief showing in her expression.

Draco just glared back with a small growl.

"Ronald!" Hermione chastised, but Ron set his glare onto her, before raising his wand.

"Alarte Ascendare!" Ron spoke in a whisper, aiming it at Draco. Harry moved swiftly, wrapping Draco in his wings. The spell bouncing off the wings, hitting Ron's already erected shield. 'Since when could Ron do that? I can tell he isn't under the imperious, and his scent and magical core are still the same as they always are. It is the Ron I had been friends with. This isn't an impostor.' Harry thought, watching Ron.

Ron glared harder at Harry, before smirking. He moved his wand and pointed it at Hermione; she turned pale at the movement. He quickly spoke a different spell.

"Crucio!" Hermione quickly let out a sharp scream, falling to her knees. Harry swiftly moved from Draco and the bed, going towards Hermione to stop the spell. However, just as he reached her side, Ron swiftly cancelled it, and once more aimed his wand at Draco, and smirked.

"Sectumsempra!" While Draco didn't scream, Harry could feel the immense pain through their link. Harry was instantly running towards Ron.

Get rid of threat.

Help mate.

Protect mate.

Mate. Draco. Danger. Hurry.

Harry swiftly bit into Ron, putting lethal venom into his bloodstream. He will die a very painful death in a few minutes. Not bothering to bask in his success, Harry raced over to Draco who was swiftly losing blood from the multiple gashes. Hermione laid passed out on the floor, whom he also ignored for the moment. She would be fine, Draco, though…

Harry moved his hands gently over the cuts, muttering different things under his breath. His hands glowed a very pale pink; first stop the bleeding in each one, then go back and heal them the rest of the way. Ron must have done something to the alarms, since no one had come down to see what was going on yet. Harry shook his head of any other thoughts, he needs to focus solely on healing Draco.

He moved to the third cut; he had ten more to go. He needed to hurry, though. Pomfrey will be coming to see what was taking so long.

A few minutes later, he was on the sixth cut. Draco's pain level was going down extremely slowly, but he was making progress. Harry knew if he kept going at this current pace, he will save Draco. That's all that matters, is saving his mate, his love.

He is now working on the bleeding in the final cut. As he finished with that one, Draco gave a soft groan, Harry noticing the sweat now coating Draco's body as well as his own. Harry ignored this, though, and went back up to each cut, fully healing them this time. He knew he would have saved time by stopping the bleeding and healing each cut completely before moving to the next one, but if he did that, there would be risks. He could move too slowly and Draco would die of loss of blood anyways, and he could be not thorough enough in his healing and cause Draco lasting pain. Also, doing it this way limits the possibility of scar tissue.

He moved on to the fifth cut.

By the time he was done, Draco was once again breathing normally enough to know he will survive fo sure, though he still needed a blood replenish. Harry, though, was breathing heavily, sweat moving down his face. He had used nearly half his energy in order to heal Draco as well as he could. His healing magic had always taken more magic to use than anything else.

Harry glanced over at Hermione, who was still on the floor and breaking irregularly. Harry shakily stood, before kneeling by her. Slowly, he placed his hands on her head and stomach, and began to heal her as well.

By the time he had finished healing her as well, he could barely stand up, and he had become excessively shaky. He looked back over at Draco, and summoned a blood replenishing potion. He eased the potion down Draco's throat, before waiting. A few minutes later, Draco finally woke up, and Hermione was sleeping.

"Draco.." Harry's voice was rough, and he winced at the sound.

"Harry! Oh, bloody hell, what have you done to yourself!" Draco quickly stood, only stumbling once, and swiftly embraced Harry, "you idiot, why did you use so much magic to heal my wounds?"

"Because, Draco, you would have died. I can't live without you; I love you too much to let you die like that. But we will have to leave Hogwarts now." Harry whispered, glancing at the now prone body of Weasley. Harry had placed a silencing charm on Ron soon after poisoning him.

"You… did you kill him?" Draco asked, though there was no fear or accusation in his tone, only curiosity.

"I did. It was purely instinctual, though. However, if we wait for someone to find us, it will be bad. I will be placed in Azkaban, and you as well since I know you wouldn't leave me behind. You being a stubborn idiot and all." Harry gave a weak smile, slumping into Draco's warm embrace. Draco laughed slightly, before standing, bringing Harry up with him.

"Let's go then." Draco smirked, taking Harry's hand and going towards the nearby window, something Harry never noticed being there. Harry smiled, wrapping his fingers around Draco's.

Once they reached the window, Harry stepped off it's ledge, after telling Draco to hold on for a moment. After gaining his balance, and knowing for sure if he will be able to stay in the air, even with Draco's weight, he looked back towards the window.

"Draco, jump off the ledge towards me." Harry said, holding his arms out. Draco looked at him like he was crazy, but got ready to do as asked anyways. Draco trusted him, after all; he knew Harry would catch him.

And catch him he did. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, before moving Draco to carry him bridal-style. Draco didn't mind, and simply curled into Harry's chest in response.

They soon left Hogwarts behind, not planning to ever return. They soon landed in a wizarding town in America, and settled down there. No one asked them questions, and no one really bothered them.

They lived there together for the rest of their peaceful lives, rather happy. No one from Hogwarts ever tried to contact them, which was fine with them either way. After all, they had each other, and that was all they would ever need.