Hi, I'm actually back. And I'm celebrating with a new Drarry fic! Don't worry, I'm still working on the Destiel fic, but I'll probably end up redoing the whole thing because I wasn't really happy with it.

Aright so this fic will eventually be rated M for MalexMale sex and whatnot. But just to let you know, I plan on it being fairly long. This is pretty much the prologue of the fic and I've already got two other chapters typed out, so there's a way to go. So I hope you guys enjoy the adventure!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters pretty much anything but the storyline. I swear.

*Draco Malfoy POV*

It's not that I'm silent because I feel so superior to others that they don't deserve my attention like everyone believes.

Or that I'm overly stressed about being top of the class, or depressed over the loss of my family and most of my friends in the war.

I'm purely silent because I have nothing to say.

I don't pay attention to others because I don't feel the need to.

That, in the long run, the petty issues and drama that overwhelms their useless lives are pointless. No one will remember what they had to say in 10 years, let alone 10 minutes.

After the war, Father's life sentence to Azkaban and follow up death months later, and Mother's grief stricken suicide; I've decided that if I am to survive, I will only waste my breath on things that matter.

My old childish feuds and rivalries between who has the wealthiest parents, and who has a higher standing, even those petty arguments with Potter no longer have any importance to me.

I will keep to my studies, focus on passing my NEWTS, and pulling what's left of my family name out of the gutter where it currently inhabits.

I don't need stupid, useless things such as friends or allies to weigh me down. I am determined to fix what my wretched father has greedily ruined.

And I will do it alone.

*Harry Potter POV*

After the war, things went back to normal surprisingly fast.

Loved ones were mourned and buried, homes and buildings were rebuilt, (Hogwarts included) and the few death eaters who escaped wisely kept to the shadows they roamed before Voldemort's revival.

People went back to their lives. Stores opened, schools started, the world kept turning.

But I was stuck. My job as the 'Savior of the Wizarding World' was complete. There was no longer any use for me.

I decided to go back to Hogwarts to complete what was supposed to be my 7th year, but was titled 8th year for less complications.

We've got our own common room. Where all the returning students, which ended up being around 50 people due to people choosing not to return, or… death, lived together as one 'house'. Though most houses still stick together.

Everyone in Hogwarts moved on too. Students were studying, first years were picked on, drama was as constant as always. Students would laugh and walk down exact halls where I'd seen friends die right before my eyes.

I can still see exactly where everything happened, when I walk to class I see where Fred was killed, where Lupin and Tonks lay dead, where Collin Creevy's body was pulled from rubble.

I'm hoping it will pass, but the longer it takes, the more it weighs down on me.

But I know that those people didn't die for nothing. We won the war and that's all that matters. Now I just need to keep living and move on with my life.

Ron and Hermione have also gone back to normal. Bickering like an old married couple, but now running off to God knows where all the time like a bunch of newlyweds.

Ron and I still slack on homework as much as Hermione allows us, and we still visit Hagrid as often as we can with NEWTS leering around the corner.

And there's the issue with Ginny, where her and the entire Weasley clan expect me to confess my undying love for her so we can get married and have 2.5 kids and finally be one big happy family.

Don't get me wrong, I love the Weasley's and would love nothing more than to be a part of the family for real.

But I don't believe it takes marriage to truly be a part of a family.

And I don't want to lead Ginny on, or force myself to be with her. It's not fair to either of us. She's like a sister to me and I love her like one. I want her to be happy, just not with me.

I think only Hermione know the true extent of my reasons for not getting back together with Ginny, or any girl for that reason.

I've seen the looks she gives me when I accidently look too long at a passing bloke while Ron and the others are drooling over some pretty girl across the room.

I definitely wouldn't put it past her in the least to be that perceptive. But she's never confronted me or anyone else about it, and I'm not going to be the one to bring it up.

Honestly, I don't see why it's such a big deal who I choose to date. It should be my business and mine alone.

Because of this, I haven't hidden my sexuality per se, but I'm not going to bring it up or flaunt it. I don't want unnecessary trouble.

Life has just been pretty normal at Hogwarts, those who had seen war first hand mainly keep to themselves, and the others don't bother them, ghosts have multiplied in numbers, and quite a few more students have been seen walking aimlessly through the halls at night.

But memories can only haunt someone for so long, and people are starting to move on.

Please tell me what you guys thought. This fic has no beta, so I'm on my own here. I would love to know what needs to be fixed, or what I did well, or just someone dropping in to say hi. The next chapter will be up soon, and I hope you guys enjoyed!