Hey guys! So Potterheads this is my first hp fanfic and it is based on after the final battle, it is based on Draco Malfoy, the Weasleys and harry and hermione. There will be different chapters, and I hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 1
Firewhiskey + Butterbeer
All was silent. Hogwarts looked different, like it was broken. But the spirit kept it alive, the spirit of Dumbledore's Army, and the ones who stayed to fight. Malfoy looked around the once catastrophic battle scene. He fell to his knees, his short blonde hair was black with dust, his hair fell over his forehead. A tear rolled down his cheek, people thought the Malfoy's had no heart. But when it came to knowing his father was going to Azkaban, that what he was fighting for was wrong and he knew nothing about him anymore his heart melted away. He wiped his cheek and smartened up his suit. As far as everyone was concerned, Draco was fine. Happy even. He picked up his wand, and sent up a firework into the sky. It was the end of a long battle, he needed the warmth of his common room. He needed to relax and run everything through his head. No matter how painful it was.
As he unlocked his common room, he could hear the paintings talking. Whispering about Draco in sympathy. "Poor boy, being dragged into something like that with his pig of a father. His poor mother has just been a good wife." One painting spoke this in hushed tones. Draco bit his tongue and walked into the Slytherin common room. Barely anyone was there. Apart from a few third years staring blankly ahead. The walk here was paved by Gryffindors. "The Boy Who Lived." They chanted. Draco saw the boys holding a shot of firewhiskey and he saw the unopened butterbeer. "Cheer up boys, atleast your father isn't going to Azkaban." Draco grunted this as he poured himself a shot of firewhiskey. He downed it quicker than someone could say Avada Kedavra. One of the two boys stood up, fire in his eyes and a look of hatred on his face. "It was your father that killed my mother. You should be flung in there too. Slytherin isn't a bad house, its the people in it. Look where being a pureblood got you, you're not better than any of us. You are just a stuck up jerk." The kid said this before storming out of the common room. Malfoy gave off a silent life as his friend shook his head and walked up to the dormitory.
As Draco lay in bed, he kept his suit on. Dignity. What did that mean anymore? He played it over and over in his head. His father being taken, the head of his family spat at. Draco put his hands over his eyes, and he sighed. He put his wand in its case, and screamed into his pillow. What was happening to his life? He felt like he had gone from all powerful, to being an outcast. Someone who once walked the school with pride and fear before him, felt like karma had finally come for him.
[WILL CONTINUE LATER]...