Disclaimer-J.K. Rowling owns the Harry Potter world
Draco was lounging in the living room of his flat, looking at the Dark Mark on his arm. He has done so many terrible things in his life. Including killing a harmless muggle-born that earned him the mark.
"Mister, why are you dressed like that?" the little muggle-born asked.
"Because I feel like it!" Draco yelled.
"Why are so mean!" the boy cried.
"Listen, just run ok!" Draco pleaded.
"Why?"
"Just please little boy run far away!" Draco begged.
Suddenly he felt the Dark Lord behind him.
"Now Draco, why would you want him to run?" the Dark Lord slithered.
"U-um b-because I like a chase," Draco nervously said.
"Well, I don't! Now, do what I asked, boy!"
"Y-yes sir! Avada Kedavra."
The little boy fell lifeless to the ground. The Dark Lord, waltz away with a pleasant grin. Draco, ran to the body of the little boy.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Draco cried.
"I'm so sorry," Draco cried.
"For what love?" Hermione asked entering his flat.
"N-nothing," he stuttered.
"Don't to me," she told him sitting beside him on the sofa.
"I was remembering the day I k-killed the little boy," he mumbled tears leaking out of his grey orbs.
"Love, you didn't have choice," she hushed him pulling him into a tight embrace.
"Smarts, he didn't even know what was about to happen," he cried.
"Love, you were a terrified sixteen-year old boy, it was either kill or be killed. I'm not saying you did the right thing but I'm saying stop living in the past."
"I can't help it! I wake up and see the past on my fucking arm EVERYDAY!" Draco yelled.
She kissed his temples and began to massage his neck, letting him cry and yell out all of his frustrations. Soon, he was finished.
"I think you're right," he breathed out.
"About what?"
"Living in the past. I need to stop living in the past."