She's right in front of him.
Draco finds it impossible to avert his eyes, captivated by the radiance of her smile and the enchanting sound of her laughter. It stands out starkly against the world he is accustomed to, yet he can't resist the emotion...
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8th Year
Draco have felt like a soulless body since the Battle of Hogwarts, with dark circles under his eyes and a restless night's sleep caused by remorse and regret. He is starting his eighth year at Hogwarts today, a chance to make up for the time he missed during the battle.
Draco now is taking the train to Hogwarts in the hopes of finding some way to atone for his past misdeeds. Something to take the edge off of the suffering he have been carrying ever since.
"Draco."
Draco looked up at the person who has called his name, Potter. The Slytherin nodded to him, telling him he may sit, as Harry pointed his fingers at the vacant seats in the compartment.
Harry said, pointing to the bags under his eyes, "You look awful."
The Gryffindor boy's face still shows the scars from the previous year, so Draco said, "So do you."
After Draco stated that, there was silence as they both stared out the compartment window at the trees we were passing.
Draco wondered if he should talk and apologize about all the things that he did when they were younger or what happened during the war. Even though he is dying to say the word, he lacks the bravery to do so.
"Well, this is lovely and all, but I have to get back to the group." Harry got to his feet and exited the compartment, leaving Draco by himself.
As Harry left, Draco wondered why he couldn't just let himself apologize for what he had done to Potter as he gazed at the passing trees once more. Perhaps it was his enduring sense of pride, or perhaps it was the knowledge that an apology could never change the past.
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It was incredibly silent when Draco sat at the table in the great hall with Blaise and Theodore, but as soon as the first year's turn to put their houses in the sorting hat arrived, applause broke up.
Although it was enjoyable overall, Draco and the rest of the Slytherins couldn't stand the looks and glares they received from other people.
"Deatheaters." That one word they would silently mumble.
"I'm going to the dungeons." Blaise and Theo nodded understandingly when Draco told them.
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Draco took out the cigarette from his pockets and was going to light it as he walked through the hallways when he bumped into someone. Draco accidentally dropped his cigarette and was about to pick it up, but the girl he bumped into grabbed it before he could and gave it to him.
