A/N: Man, such anger from you all ;) I debated about posting this now, but I wanted to give this last little bit to you :) Thanks for reading this story! Enjoy :)
Chapter 22: Epilogue
Six Months Later
Draco sat alone in a classic white wedding chair. He sat towards the front. He was waiting for his duties as the best man to begin. Theo was in his dressing room getting ready. None of the wedding guests had arrived yet so Draco was alone. He stared up at the altar as he thought about what he would have liked at his own wedding some day. He knew that Hermione and Theo's wedding would be beautiful. He also knew that Hermione was going to have an extra hard day because her best man was missing.
She had not taken the news well that Harry had died and Draco had hated to tell her. She was hurting, but not nearly as much as Draco. She still had Theo. Draco had no one, well, he didn't have Harry anyway. It hadn't got any easier. He hadn't healed at all from the loss. He was barely holding it together, but he kept on living just as Harry had asked.
"Draco?" someone called out to him. He turned around to see Arabella standing in the aisle. She smiled kindly at him. "How are you?" she asked as she stepped closer.
Draco's lip quivered before he responded. "Not well. What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to check in on you. I feel like I failed you," she replied.
Draco scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "Failed me? How? You didn't make this happen. You didn't kill Harry," he responded.
"Yes, I know, but I also should have brought you to him sooner, so you'd have more time. We were trying so hard to save him that we didn't get you sooner. I am sorry for that," she apologized.
Draco shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Harry's still gone so…" he trailed off as he looked away.
"Yes, but I'd like to make it up to you," she said quietly.
Draco looked back over at her. "How could you possibly make it up to me?" he asked in confusion.
"By bringing me to you," someone said from behind her. Draco's eyes widened as he looked on the person that had spoken. It was Harry and he looked ethereal. Draco stood and started walking towards him slowly, studying him. He stopped a few feet away, unable to move any closer.
"What kind of joke is this?" Draco questioned as he looked over at Arabella.
"It's no joke, love," Harry said into his mind.
Draco's eyes widened and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He moved towards him quickly and leapt into his waiting arms. He held him tightly and began to cry. He stepped back, searched his beautiful green eyes, and then hugged him tightly again. Harry ran his fingers through Draco's hair at the nape of his neck and murmured into his ear.
Draco stepped back again and looked at him. Harry reached up and cupped his face. "I'm sure you're wondering how in the heck I'm here," Harry whispered quietly. Draco chuckled through his tears and nodded. Harry smiled at him as he leaned forward and kissed him deeply. They kissed for several moments before they broke apart. Harry gestured for them to sit and they did while Arabella sat a few seats back.
Draco clutched Harry's hands and would not let go. "What happened?" he asked quietly.
"Well, when you came to see me, I was dying, the black angel part of me. Apparently, somewhere in our kind, there is a change that can occur if we sacrifice ourselves for the one that we are protecting. It is even more of a change if it involves our mate. Since I took the curse that was meant for you, the change occurred. I went from being this dark angel to being a sort of white angel. Not one from heaven or anything like that, but the opposite in our kind. Because of this change, our bond changed as well. Have you forgotten me? Have you been able to move on with your life?"
"No, of course not! I've thought about you every second of my day since you died. I haven't moved on. I can't!" Draco cried.
Harry smiled at him, his theory proving to be true. Draco looked at him in confusion. He didn't understand why he was smiling. "Draco, that means that our bond is still intact and that we are still mates. There is no threat against you any longer and I am not tasked to protect you. We can still be together," Harry explained.
Draco's eyes widened. "Seriously? Like you're not going to die and I'm not going to forget about you?" he asked in disbelief.
Harry smiled and nodded. Draco looked over at Arabella for confirmation and she nodded as well as she smiled. "You still want me, right?" Harry asked uncertainly. He bit his lip as he watched him.
Draco started to laugh and shook his head. "Have you not been listening to me? I can't move on. I've been devastated since you died. Of course I still want you. Gods, I've never wanted you so much in my life," Draco proclaimed.
Harry smiled and leaned forward to capture Draco's lips in a kiss. Draco moaned into the kiss as he threw his arms around Harry's neck. He placed himself on his lap and pushed his body against the warmth that Harry provided. Harry groaned as he held him closely. They broke their kiss and held each other. "I missed you so much," Harry whispered.
"I've missed you so damn much. I can't believe you're here. This is a dream come true," Draco replied quietly.
Harry leaned back and smirked at him. "You think this is a dream come true? Just you wait, love," Harry replied in a teasing tone.
Draco laughed. "Oh, really now? Before we make our dreams come true, I think we need to partake in someone else's dream. You may want to go see her before the wedding starts. She's barely holding it together as it is," he told him. He reluctantly got up off of his lap and stood. Harry stood as well and took Draco's hand. They started walking up the aisle to go find Hermione.
Arabella cleared her throat. "Harry, you're forgetting to tell Draco something fairly important," she reminded him.
Harry stopped and blushed. "Oh, right," he said as he turned to face Draco. Draco was looking back at him in confusion and concern. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear what Harry had to say.
"Please tell me that you are not just here for like a twenty-four hour gig and then you have to leave again?" Draco asked nervously.
Harry and Arabella exchanged a look, but began laughing. "No, love, I'm not going anywhere. Don't worry. It's just, you know how we made love," he whispered that part which caused them both to blush. "Well, how do you feel about being a father?" Harry continued.
Draco's eyes widened in confusion. "A father? What are you talking about? Wait, did you sleep with someone else?" he demanded the last question. He sent an accusatory look at Arabella who put her hands up and shook her head.
Harry reached up and cupped Draco's chin, turning his head back towards him so that he could focus on him. "No, I did not sleep with someone else. It's something else that I've learned about our kind. We're going to have a baby, Draco," Harry responded. He grinned at Draco who went from blushing, to red in anger, to being as pale as a ghost.
"Are you…. Are you….pregnant?" he questioned in disbelief.
Harry started to laugh. "Oh no, that isn't physically possible," Harry replied.
"Am I pregnant?" he asked, his tone a bit fearful as he looked down at his stomach.
Harry shook with his laughter now. "No, that isn't physically possible for you either. Someone is carrying a child for us. It was a little procedure that was done while I was in the hospital. Quite fascinating really," Harry pointed out.
Draco felt his knees go weak and hobbled over to a chair and sunk into it. "I'm going to be a father. You and I are going to have a child?" he asked still in disbelief.
"Yes, we are. Our kind has to continue so thus we are having a child. It's brilliant, isn't it?" Harry replied wistfully. He was smiling like a fool and looking off into the distance. Draco looked up at him and studied the blissful look on his face. He grinned, knowing that he couldn't imagine anything more perfect.
"It is, love, but what's even greater is that you're alive and we can be together," Draco said.
Harry looked over at him and smiled. "Yes, that is definitely greater," he replied as he leaned over and kissed Draco soundly. Draco responded fully and once again they kissed for several moments. At some point, Arabella had smiled fondly at the two and disappeared leaving them alone, if just for a moment.
They broke apart again. "We need to find Hermione. She'll be doubly thrilled," Draco reminded.
Harry nodded and they stood once again. They started walking up the aisle again, hand in hand. "Any baby name ideas?" he asked.
Draco scoffed. "I just found out I'm going to be a father and you want me to have some baby names prepared? Oh gods, I'm going to be an unwed father," he said fearfully, his eyes wide.
Harry chuckled. "We've still got three months before the baby will be here. I'm sure that we can get married between now and then," Harry pointed out.
Draco stopped and looked at him in disbelief. "You're kidding me, right? There is so much that goes into planning a wedding. The cake, guests, venue, flowers, honeymoon spot, we can't possibly plan that all in less than three months," Draco exclaimed as he counted them off on his free hand.
They started walking again. "Lucky for you, I've been hard at work planning while I've been bed ridden," Harry responded.
Draco glanced over at him. "Love, you have decent taste and all, but I really think I need to look over your plans. You might have missed something or might need a different look at things," he offered.
Harry laughed and kissed the side of his head. "I love you, you know that?"
Draco grinned and blushed. "I know, and I love you," he replied.
Harry stopped and turned Draco to face him. He brought his hands up again and cupped his face. He ran his thumb over Draco's lips before leaning forward and kissing him passionately.
Everything was going to be absolutely perfect.