Draco Malfoy had a hard life after the war. Nobody was forgiving towards him in any way what so ever. He knew that he couldn't change his past and the decisions he had made, but he hoped for one thing. If he could change his ways, then hopefully people may look at him differently. Nearly non of his fellow graduates, even from the Slytherin house had spoken to him since the day he had fled from the war. So far, Draco had kept himself to himself, and spoke to the smallest amount of people as possible. He knew what he had done was wrong. But if he didn't then he would have been killed, most likely by the Dark Lord. His mother and father had both continued life, on a quieter scale. Still at the manor but not very welcomed in the wizarding world.
Night upon night, it haunted Draco. Flashbacks of horrific scenes, nobody could ever dream up. He was so troubled by his past that he had hardly moved on. He got a job at the ministry, not a very important role but one that would with any luck get him back on the track to normality. Everybody at the ministry looked down upon him, but he could understand why. However, Draco wanted to get back into society and change his ways. Make his families name something to be proud of and something that his future children wouldn't have to be worried about being taunted as Draco himself had been.
After working at the ministry until now, Draco still was on edge, at all times. At 21, the only way to describe him is scared, worried, alone and un-loved. He was longing to find that one person who would accept him, even though the mishaps in his past. Somebody who would love him until the end, and he felt mutually. But, he'd lost hope. Lost faith. He knew that he had to try to please his parents, who we insisting that he married a pureblood. Draco however, wasn't too bothered whether his lover was pureblood or not. As long as she loved him as much as he loved her, then he was happy. But for now, Draco was alone. Longing to find his soulmate.