Harry nodded, but before he could speak, he found himself being drawn into a tight embrace, Draco’s arms wrapping tightly around his back and pressing their chests together. One of Draco’s arms wound its way around his shoulders so that he had a hand in Harry’s hair and was holding Harry’s head to his shoulder. Harry held him back just as tightly, his arms crossed over each other behind Draco’s lower back. For the first time in months, Harry felt genuine hope blooming in his chest.