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Long time since we last met? I am sorry. This is one of the crazy ideas that keep pooling into my mind, and I chose on it because I would love to read Draco in such a strange situation. Please read and review. Your reviews are great encouragement to me and I need it. If you find pairings that you are not fond of, content that is disliked by you, or your favorite characters to be not how you imagine them now or in future, I am Sorry. I have tried my best to keep up to expectations and hope you guys enjoy it. Thanks.

Welcome to your journey of errands on the verge of fun; romance in the world not yours, gratitude to childhood enemies, friendships and love that was impossible till yesterday and much more.

PROLOGUE

Cross as he was with the recent condition life had brought him in; he secretly enjoyed the fame that was never written in his fate. Call it: being at the wrong place at the wrong time, or even as depressing it sounds to his father, at the right place the right time.
Draco Malfoy stood amongst the crowd, deep in thought with a frown pasted on his face. To the world he had to pretend this was the worst thing ever. To him, it was craziest thing that could happen but he had a thought in his mind, that these sudden and extremely unpredictable events might once let him out of his infamous face, to a boy who is something apart from a Malfoy, for a change.

There were cheers in the crowd along with few un-appreciating boos. He accepted them as encouragement and liking, he just ignored those who gave their disliking, even though that's not exactly how everyone around him expect him to feel surely.

Few months had passed after the great battle at Hogwarts, the whole school had returned to how it was, as if nothing had happened. Though of course there were a few spot able differences: Crossing the staircases, right before the headmaster's cabin hung a huge portrait. Within the frames gold and black, was a hook-nosed, long greasy haired man who wore all black, he was the bravest man in Slytherin and deserved all respect one could give.
There was a long, black, cloth parchment hung in the trophy room covering half length of the wall, embroidered in gold were the names of the brave people, who lost their lives fighting for a better future for their magical world. Enlisted were wizards like Remus Lupin, Fred Weasley, Colin Creevey, Severus Snape and witches like Nymphadora Tonks Lupin amongst others. The name Fred Weasley had an unexplainable and peculiar special effect of royalty. But every student knew better than the word unexplainable.
There were a few illegal owls in the owlery which had direct messaging to the Weasley's Wizard and Wheezes, being called illegal only for the sake of its name. Most people young or not, secretly enjoyed the products of that firm.

Draco Malfoy, "The mumma's boy", "The boy who ran"; Draco tried to ignore these comments, however much he tries to make everything right, he fails. The greatest regret of Draco's life wasn't being on the wrong side or supporting the mad man, the regret was: him being unable to make it right when he got that chance, that time, when he was asked to walk away from the battle with his mother, when he could have stayed back for the friends who were never his, for those teachers who had a major part in shaping his life, for that second home where he spent half his childhood and turned into a man from a child.
That time when he could have fought with the right ones, being the right one. For a change. Draco did not even want to think about that anymore, like the guilt and regret never seemed to fade, like whatever he did, however many months passed, he could never seem to shake himself off it. He eventually learnt to live with it, or rather started to make an attempt. He knew he would make it through, like he always did, except this time it wouldn't have the same horrible end, the same 'I will regret this' end. Things seemed to change, take a better twist and he (secretly) had started liking it.

Malfoy walked off the pitch and the limelight to the bar on the corner and ordered a glass of red wine, something that could help him while he would analyze the day's events. Because, right now all he knew about them was how quickly and suddenly they took place. He hardly got any say in them. Malfoy received a large wine glass half-filled with alluring brick red liquid. He winced a little as he moved his arm to pick the drink up, surprisingly the pain was already going away, and it wasn't anything more than a sting now. Sip by sip he sank into one chapter of memory to the other…