It was all over. The Dark Lord was no more and it was all because of Potter. It was disturbing to think that I, Draco Malfoy, now technically owed my life to him. All of the other Death Eaters had fled (I'm still unsure of why we stayed), and everyone was gathered inside what was left of the Great Hall. My family and I entered the hall, our heads high but it seemed to be that no one had even noticed us. I looked over at my father who just stood there looking down his nose, and my mother who stood close beside me. We all sat, no one saying a word. Everyone around us seemed fairly happy despite the mass of death still hanging around the grounds. So many people dead...Is this what life would have become had Saint Potter not saved us all? I was beginning to feel somewhat greatful when the git walked past me, I felt my face turn into a sneer. Feeling foolish, I sat up a little straighter and regained a neutral expression. Looking around I saw no one that I recognized as a friend or even just an ally, I supposed that was what I got for being on the wrong side. Slowly letting out a sigh I looked again and saw a familiar set of eyes, but why was she here? I stood and made a bee-line for where she sat, not even noticing Potter and Weasel just feet away.
"Did you seriously do something as stupid as fight Astoria? You know you're underage!" I shot at her angrily but she only looked back at me with relief. Getting frustrated, I turned to walk away from her and saw Potter smirking at me like an idiot. He must've heard the way I reacted to Greengrass and thought... well he's wrong anyway. Stupid Potter, sticking his nose in my business.