DISCLAIMER: I do not own any rights of Harry Potter. This story is based on my own ideas and may be different than the real story. I just write these for fun :) I also apologise in advance for any typos or grammatical errors.
That will be 12 Galleons and 7 Sickles, sir." The wizard behind the counter said.
"Keep the change." The white blond wizard answered and took his new purchases. Several rolls of the finest calfskin parchment and a, so has been claimed, quill that once belonged to Beedle the Bard.
There were several other wizards in Scribbulus Writing Implements, a shop located next to an archway leading into Knockturn Alley, who were staring at the white blond wizard. Some looked at him in disgust, looking him up and down. It has been like that for almost three years now but he still wasn't used to it. Normally he, Draco Malfoy, was the one who gave people arrogant looks, he was the one that was proud, proud of being a Malfoy, being a Slytherin. But there wasn't much left of that pride anymore. After all what happened during the war most people were disgusted by the family. Maybe people were disgusted by them before but they mostly were wise enough not to show it, because they were simply scared. But there weren't many people left who were scared of the Malfoys. The family has been 'lucky' enough to stay out of Azkaban after the war by giving the Ministry of Magic information about the Death Eaters. Although this made people hate them even more.
Draco left the shop and walked into Diagon Alley. Quickly looking at the archway that led to Knockturn Alley which made him shiver a bit. He made his way to the Leaky Cauldron, a popular wizarding pub and inn in London. He immediately received lots of stares and angry glances as soon as he walked in. He walked over to the bar and softly cleared his throat.
"Can I have a glass of Blishen's Firewhiskey?"
"Of course, Mr Malfoy." Tom the barman replied and poured him a glass of Firewhiskey. He was one of the few who wasn't rude to Draco, but that most likely was because he was still afraid of the Malfoys and didn't want to lose costumers.
"Thank you." Draco murmured as he sat down on a rickety bar stool. He took a sip of his Firewhiskey and felt the liqueur burning in his throat.
'Are you serious?' he thought to himself when he saw three familiar people walking in: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.
He picked up his glass of whiskey and quickly made his way to a table in a darker corner, he didn't want the trio to spot him, let alone talk to him, although he doubted if they ever would talk to him. He sat there in the corner quietly, looking at them from afar. They took a seat at a table, laughing and talking excitedly. He saw that Tom brought them some butterbeers.
"The heroes..." Draco murmured to himself annoyed. Since the very first day he started at Hogwarts Harry Potter had been the hero and he, Draco Malfoy, had been the spoiled, evil pureblood and yet 10 years later nothing had changed. He couldn't help but feel some sort of jealousy, some kind of envy deep down inside when he looked at them. Although he has been popular amongst his fellow Slytherin's and he always had Crabbe and Goyle by his side, it wasn't the same kind of friendship the trio had. He started to wonder if he has ever had real friends or if they just were nice to him because they were simply scared of him and his family. He took his glass and drunk all of the Firewhiskey that was left in one go. He pressed his eyes closed for some seconds and suddenly the feeling of feeling lonely overwhelmed him. He wanted to scream, to cry, to show the world who he really is but he couldn't, he just couldn't. He was a coward, just like his dad, he was a coward and a disgrace to his family. Why couldn't he accomplish the task the Dark Lord once asked him, why couldn't he stand up for himself, why couldn't he have his own life and own identity? Because he was a coward. He opened his eyes again and looked at the trio, surrounded by people who were thanking them and smiling at them.
"The bloody heroes..." he murmured again through gritted teeth.
Some hours and several glasses (or bottles) of Firewhiskey later he apparated back home, to Malfoy Manor.
I hope you all liked this first chapter, I know it is a little bit short. Please let me know in the comments what you think of it so far :)
Also a very special thanks to some of my friends out there who really helped me with the story development and got me to write this chapter.
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