Hello! As I mentioned in my summary, this is a collection of drabbles. I want to work on my description in stories and thought this would be a good way to do that.

Characters that will be featured often: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson, and Ginny Weasley.

If you have any requests, let me know and I'll try to do my best to write it!


The Price of Freedom

Character: Draco Malfoy
Pairing: None


Draco Malfoy watches the golden sunlight creep through his bedroom window. As soon as five o'clock hits, the sound of groaning and a thumping headboard begin from the flat next door. He has a running bet with himself that the couple has a sex schedule. He's not sure which is sadder: a sex schedule or the fact that he's making a bet with himself.

When his alarm goes off, Draco forces himself out of his empty bed and blearily stumbles into the bathroom. As he brushes his teeth, he stares at the peeling wallpaper and the cracked porcelain sink. He runs his finger over the jagged edge. There has to be some spell to fix it. If he still had a house-elf, he would order it to repair the stupid thing.

If he still had a house-elf, he wouldn't be living like a Weasley. (It had taken months to find a place to live after the war. No one was interested in letting a flat to a former Death Eater.)

He walks to his closet and carefully puts on his red robes. It's the nicest thing he owns, a far cry from his Hogwarts days. For a moment, Draco considers quitting his job. The hours are long, the pay is shit, the paperwork is never-ending and the missions are rare. He hates it. There's a tiredness that has settled into his bones these past few years and refuses to leave.

But he's practically destitute, living in Knockturn fucking Alley.

The cost of freedom.

At work, he overhears his coworkers talk about their spouses and children, the home improvement projects they're working on, or trips they've taken. He watches everyone move on with their lives as if the war had never happened. The mark on his left arm has ensured that he will never have their lives. Taking one last look at his tiny, decrepit flat, Draco shouts "The Ministry of Magic" and enters the crackling, green flames.

Another day working for the government that had taken everything from him and still demands more.