"Draco"

Epilogue

Draco was in the Malfoy Manor. Voldemort was defeated and he was waiting to be sent to Azkaban. Somehow, his father managed to escape imprisonment.

Draco was furious at his parents for making him who he was but he did not want to play the blame game.

Crabbe's death was hard on Draco. For as long as he remembered, Crabbe was always around. Every now and then, he would feel spurts of anger which resulted in him destroying some things around the Manor.

Sometimes, he felt so much hatred towards himself. For a month or so, he stayed at home, hardly ate any food and didn't leave his room.

Late at night, he cried because there was nothing he could do. He'd done wrong, he knew it and he couldn't change that fact. If only he had not given in to the family traditions and prejudice, things would be better. But, would it?

He was obliged to become a Death Eater because he had to free his father. No matter what happened, he would have to help his father.

He mostly cried because he missed (y/n) and he needed to feel better which (y/n) was capable of doing but Draco wasn't sure if (y/n) would talk to him or even agree to see him any longer. After all, he was a Death Eater and she was a Muggle-born.

That morning, Draco was holding an apple in his hand. He overheard his parents talking about purity of blood and many things.

As much as he wanted to argue, he ignored them as he walked past them.

"Draco" his mother called out his name, "Where is your ring?"

"You finally noticed" Draco muttered under his breath before saying, "I lost it." out loud.

"How did you lose it?" his father sounded suspicious.

"I don't know." Draco spat, "Maybe while trying to not die."

"That is not way to speak to us, Draco. Where is the ring?" Lucius Malfoy stood up from the sofa.

"I gave it to someone" Draco didn't bother lying, nor was he intimidated by his father any more.

"And, is that someone a girl?" Narcissa Malfoy calmly asked.

"Yes, indeed" Draco answered, sounding utterly disinterested.

Draco told them her name and her last name and were disturbed to know that she wasn't one of the elite Pure-blood and even more so when Draco told them that her mother was a Muggle.

"Draco, have you forgotten everything that you've been taught?" Narcissa asked, earning a nod from Lucius.

"It's time I did" Draco plainly answered. He was in no position to discuss Pureblood status with his parents.

Both his parents had disapproving looks on their faces.

"It doesn't matter anymore," Draco looked tired of that behaviour, "Actually, it never mattered and if you had just accepted that, we wouldn't be in this position. I wouldn't be 'the boy who tried to murder Dumbledore'. I wouldn't be this mess I am today and I would be with (y/n) right now."

Draco stormed to his room and stayed in there, contemplating about what he should.

He looked at the ointment he was holding in his hand and realized that he desperately needed (y/n).

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(Y/n) had no idea what was happening in the wizarding world. Her father had been homeschooling her for the past one and a half year.

She had received no letters from Draco and (y/n) was specifically asked by her mother not to write to anyone. All she knew was that the war had officially begun and Albus Dumbledore was dead. She didn't know what was happening at Hogwarts. Her father had been living in the Muggle world and well, although all was well with her, she worried about Draco, her friends and classmates and the other students of Hogwarts.