I am so sorry that this is so late! I'd say I had made it up to you by making a long chapter, but it's really short xD

Not having many reviews didn't help... When I say I get motivated from them. I mean it! ;) But never mind, I hope you enjoy it anyway.

You are my Hope

Chapter 12

Nobody surrounding Draco and Harry said a word as they hugged each other, they simply looked at them and the clear love that they shared. Even Theodore Nott was peering at them, a slight show of guilt in his eyes. Not one of them wanted to break this moment between them; after being separated for what seemed like so long to them, they were finally back together. Ron's understanding of their bond had already increased after the searching for Draco, but he understood it fully at this moment. Not only did he understand, but he also accepted it. Clearly, Draco would do nothing to hurt Harry, and to him, that's all that mattered. He looked down when a hand gently clutched his own, and his gaze moved back up to look at Hermione's eyes. She smiled happily, her eyes glancing over at Harry and his love. Ron nodded, giving her hand a squeeze.

Finally, the Veela and his mate stepped away from each other, though Harry's left hand was still holding Draco's right. Tears of happiness were running down Draco's face, and they were starting to form in Harry's eyes, though the Gryffindor was doing his absolute best not to let them fall.

"I'm sorry, Harry, for believing that stupid letter. I shouldn't have been so foolish... If I hadn't believed it, this wouldn't have happened..."

"Don't apologise, Draco. You have no reason to. It was understandable that you would believe it. Nobody is to blame here apart from Goyle," he looked over at the silent form of Nott, still standing with his eyes locked onto the pair. "... And Nott."

"I-I'm..." the dark-haired Slytherin took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I know it doesn't make much difference. I know I still hurt you. I've just been blinded by the death of my father and when Gregory told me of his plan, I obeyed."

"You do realise that this was a serious crime, Theodore?" said Louise, her arm now around her younger sister. "Kidnapping two students, assault and life-threatening harm on a wizard with Veela blood, and not to mention an assistance with someone using the Imperious curse. This is a reason to be sent to Azkaban, and you're both old enough now to go." She shot over a glare at Goyle, whose Polyjuice Potion had faded away and he now stood by Professor Snape, his eyes looking down at his feet.

"I know. I do realise. I am sorry for what I did. I'm also sorry about how I've treated Millicent. Please say sorry to her from me. I know it isn't much, but I did... No, I do care for her, and I want her to know that."

"You can tell her before you go," said Louise, her anger slightly lower than it had been previously. Nott sighed and shook his head.

"No, I feel too ashamed for that. I'll just go straight to... To Azkaban," he gulped.

"Don't worry, there aren't any dementors there anymore..." said Minerva. "In fact, it's really not the same as it used to be."

"It's still Azkaban prison!" Goyle blurted. The Potions Master besides him immediately turned to him, a cold look in his eyes.

"You can shut that mouth of yours after what you've done to my godson!" he snapped. Goyle gulped and didn't say another word.

"Can we please get out of here?" asked Skià from besides her sister. "This smell is horrid..."

"It's good to have you back, Skià," Louise chuckled. "But on a serious note, we could do with getting out of this place now. We better get going."

"Um, guys?" Draco said, gesturing to the large yet strangely beautiful wings above his head. "I've kind of got a bit of a problem with these things over here."

"Hm, that is a bit of a problem, isn't it?" Severus said, and to everyone's (besides his godson's) astonishment, he chuckled.

"Laughing about it isn't going to help, Sev! This is a serious matter!" Draco scolded, but he couldn't help but laugh as well.

"How did you even end up with those?" Ron asked, staring up that them in amazement.

"... I don't actually know," he said. He turned to his godfather for help.

"It seems as though Draco has a very rare sort of Veela blood running through his veins," explained Severus. "This sort will respond differently with his mate. If this kind is separated from their mate and becomes angry, then they will grow sharp, pointed and rather dangerous wings, as we witnessed when we first got here. If they are feeling an amazingly strong love from something which has happened, for example, this circumstance, then softer and angel sort of wings, like Draco has now."

"That explains how I got them, Sev," said Draco. "But how on Earth am I supposed to get rid of them?"

"I guess they'll just go away on their own..."

"Can you move them?" Harry asked, with a slight tone of excitement in his voice. Draco peered over his shoulder at the feathers above his head.

"Perhaps I can..."

He concentrated and focused on the wings. He could feel them, that was for sure. He experimented by simply trying to move them upwards. They obliged, and he smiled with satisfaction. Everyone was looking up at the moving wings with fascination, apart from Goyle, who was still looking down at his feet.

"Goodness, that's amazing..." said Louise.

"Bloody hell!" exclaimed Ron, grinning. "Do you think you could... Fly?"

"Flying?" said Harry. "I didn't actually think of that."

"I'm not even trying it," Draco chuckled. "I'll probably end up breaking my neck or something along those lines."

Even with those words, he was still moving them while they were walking. It was a rather... Interesting experience, suddenly acquiring wings. Even though they were pretty spectacular things to have, he hoped that they would disappear before he was around other people. He was certain that it wouldn't exactly be shrugged off by the passing students.

"Why do you keep moving them?" Harry asked, grinning and peeking up at them.

"Wouldn't you?" Draco smirked.

"Most likely. I wonder if you could actually fly or hover or something with them, like Ron said..."

"Like I said to him, if I tried to, I would probably end up hurting myself badly." They were both talking more quietly, so the people in front couldn't hear them.

"Please? For me?" he said, giving the winged blonde his best puppy eyes.

"Don't do that. It doesn't work on me."

"If I had wings, I would do it for you..."

"Jealous, are we?" Draco winked with a smirk. Even so, he gave in, and while still walking, he flapped the wings with more strength. He raised off the ground by a few feet, peering around him with astonishment.

"Wow," he said simply.

"What on Earth is that noise?" said Hermione, turning around. She gasped, and everyone else also turned to see what she was looking at.

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed, grinning widely.

"What's it like compared to a broomstick?" Skià questioned.

"Draco! Get down!" Severus shouted.

"Shut up Sev, you sound like my mother."

At the word mother, a few glances were exchanged. Draco sighed and lowered himself to the ground, a sudden different expression on his face.

"I know about her. I heard you tell Goyle," he said.

"We're sorry, Draco," said Louise sadly.

"It's alright, I understand," he replied. However, after a cold glare at Goyle, the wings soon vanished. Though, for some reason, Harry was sad to see them go, he was grateful that Draco didn't turn as angry as he was before.

"Can I see her?" he asked.

"Of course," said Severus.

Severus soon took both Draco and Harry to St Mungos, with the permission of Professor McGonagall. After receiving help from the receptionist and finding where his mother was rested, they were in the open doorway.

"Mother?" Draco said, slowly stepping towards her bed. She smiled at him, and soon sat up in her bed. Though she was pale, she looked fairly okay.

"Draco, I'm so glad to see you. I heard about what happened; I've been so worried about you," she said, taking her son into her arms.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Harry helped," he said, smiling over at his lover.

"I'm very grateful for what you've done for him," Narcissa smiled.

"Oh, Mrs Malfoy, I haven't done anything..." he started, but she shook her head.

"Like I said previously, call me Narcissa. It may not seem it to you, but you've done an incredible amount for Draco. You accepted him, and also me, last year when we swapped to the light. Most people, put in your circumstance, would push Draco away, but you accepted change and you allowed him into your life. Most people would also feel pressured if they were told that they were bonded with someone for life, though that was also something you simply chose to accept. Thank you."

The mother's words touched Harry, and he was grateful that she was perfectly happy with how out of all people, she was glad Harry was Draco's mate, even with how they were previously enemies.

"I should be the one thanking you," said Harry. "I'm not the only one who has been accepting. You have been also."

"Yes, well..." she paused and looked at Draco. "As long as my beloved son is happy, I am too."

Draco and Harry were laid down on a patch of grass outside the castle, looking up at the night sky lit up by the moon and the stars. Harry's invisibility cloak lay discarded behind them.

"Do you ever think about the future?" Draco asked suddenly, turning his head to look at Harry.

"Yeah, a little. Why?"

"I was just wondering," Draco replied. "Do you ever think about where we would live? And how we will turn out?" Harry smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I do."

"I wouldn't want to live somewhere too large, like the Malfoy Manor."

"Why not?"

"Because you changed my life, and that would just remind me of what my life used to be like. Plus, I quite like the idea of a smaller house somewhere in the countryside. Somewhere calm."

"I like that idea."

A silence fell for a few minutes before Draco spoke again.

"I can't imagine my life different to how it is now. Even though we're supposed to be destined for each other, I can't imagine it would have happened so soon if it wasn't for that potions lesson. I guess I am thankful to Goyle for that."

"I've always felt something. Between us, I mean," Harry added when he saw Draco's look of confusion. "Well, even though we didn't always get along..."

"That's putting it lightly."

"... We still had some sort of connection, didn't we? Ever since I rejected your friendship in first year. Sorry about that, by the way."

"Nah, it's fine, I'm over it," Draco shrugged.

"But back to what you said you said earlier... I can't imagine my life without you either anymore," smiled Harry. "I love you, Draco."

"And I love you, Harry."

Nothing had ever been more perfect for either of them than that night.

So... I'm considering leaving this story here. I'm sorry! I just have lost the inspiration for this. But, my next HP story should be a lot better than this one turned out to be... Just you wait! :P

Sorry again for the short chapter and late update, I've been SUPER busy.

Thank you for reading :)