Draco was exhausted. Physically and mentally. His long day at the Ministry had not been easy, what with all the stares, rumors, and snide comments. Not to mention the fact that he still hadn't found out who jinxed the books at the muggle book shop. Honestly, who would bother making books, muggle books, to run away when someone tried to pick one up.
This was another excuse for people frequently throwing Draco strange looks.
He worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Department. Alongside Arthur Weasley.
This was the reason that his mother had disinherited him from the Malfoy household. Not that there was much of one left, seeing as Lucius Malfoy was rotting in Azkaban, serving his five life sentences. Another reason why Narcissa now detested her only son.
Draco had aided his Father's arrest.
Because of this and his dark past shadowing him, leaving him with no friends (even his Slytherin 'friends' had lost contact) he lived alone. He was, officially, a loner.
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Drapple: A loner's life
FanfictionDraco Malfoy is a loner. He lives by himself in a dreary apartment block. With his father in Azkaban, mother not talking to him, friends out of the picture, Draco finds himself turning to his last hope of a normal life. An apple.
