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One Hand in My Pocket

Draco, for the life of him, couldn't understand why he felt so ridiculously happy. Despite the fact that the weather was fantastic, there was no sensible reason for his face to bear such a goofy grin. His world, as he knew it, was crumbling around him.

He took another drag of his cigarette. He'd become addicted to the stuff since the War. He was fairly sure it was going to kill him one day, but hell, he still looked good, now. At the moment, that's all that mattered. He flashed a brilliant smile at a passer by.

It was a good day.

It must have started around that time, too. Or at the end of it, at least. Worldwide it meant freedom. Witches and wizards everywhere no longer had to look over their shoulders when they went shopping. But it was a whole other liberty for Draco. Even if it meant a few stumbles.

It was like a bad series of coin tosses. During the War, he took a financial gamble and ended up losing. So it set him back a couple thousand Galleons. Big deal. It was completely worth it in the end. Sure, it meant that the life his father had established for him since birth had now faded into oblivion. That same oblivion has left him on his own. Oblivion that has given him choices.

Given him freedom

And that was beautiful.

Make amends. That's what he should do. Right some wrongs, or make some friends. Some of his former classmates deserved it, putting up with him for seven years. Hell, he might even call Granger for a bite to eat.

...Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

For once, Life was kind enough to stop for him, give him a chance. He would take a break and travel a bit. Draco was too young to feel so old, so tired. He's always wanted to see Venice. He really wanted the deep breath of open air.

Maybe They would travel together. There was no hurry, now. They would see people, see places. Just he and Life. They could pass the setting sun. Or let it pass Them. It didn't matter anymore.

After that, he could plan. He could set his feet firmly on the ground and face the ambiguity. What he would do, he didn't know. He hasn't really figured it out just yet. All he knew was that he was headed for uncertainty.

And it scared him to death.

But he had one hand in his pocket, and he his face towards the sun.

And he was gonna be alright.

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