He lied down on the cold stone floor. His whole body aching from being hit with an unforgivable curse. Blood pooled around him. Just lying beneath the maniac gave him the chills. He hoped to survive as he slowly rose to his amused chuckle erupted through the room, "I told you not to betray me, didn't I?". Silence was his only response, but it drove the crazed man mad as his face drew back in an angry snarl, "Come now, Draco. I didn't hurt you that bad.. Crucio!"The boy's body arched and collapsed back to the ground, cries of agony filled the silence that was once present. Draco's eyes batted shut and his jaw clenched painfully. "Learn your lesson, boy?" Voldemort tightened the grip on his wand while he said the curse once again, "Crucio!"

Draco shot up into a sitting position in his bed. His breathing was heavy and sweat collected on his forehead. Suddenly feeling hot, he got out of looked around the room, remembering where he was. "Malfoy Manor... Surprising," He smirked. His parents had been killed along with Voldemort during the final battle, where the light side had won. It was that moment he realized he didn't want what his father had planned for him. He didn't want to be evil, but inside he knew he couldn't fully fix the wrongs he did. He harmed those who were pure, purer than his blood.

He dressed up for the day, grabbed a quick breakfast and walked out the door with his hands in his pockets. He wore a long black shirt with black slacks. Looks of pure hatred and fear were thrown at him in every direction he went. A man can only handle so much hate. The poor boy hadn't realized that life after the war would bite him back. Although he had switched sides at the end, people didn't look at that. They looked at all the horrible things he had done.

"I need to leave this place," Draco said to himself as he walked through Diagon Alley. He had noticed all the looks he got right after the war ended, he heard the whispers, he felt the anger that seemed to roll off people's bodies and hit him in the face.

He continued to walk with his head down and saw the familiar face of Ron Weasley, who gave Draco a two finger wave. He nodded in acknowledgement, the small encounter surprised him greatly. But was thankful to him, Ron knew that he had switched sides. Where were the other two of the Golden Trio? But it didn't concern him as he apparated to Muggle London.

Leilanie walked the streets of London, terribly confused. She decided to attend college in London, but at that moment she was regretting it. She walked angrily, clutching her books tightly to her chest, "I could have attended somewhere where I knew the area at least!" she groaned. Her honey brown hair blowing past her as she accelerated her walking could no longer ignore the fact that she was completely lost. She then started to daydream, and stopped paying attention to where she was going. Next moment, she hit a wall. Or at least it felt like one and all her books went spiraling to the ground.

"Oh my.." she bent down to start gathering her books, "I apologize, Sir! It was completely my fault, I should have been paying more attention-"

The man bent down to his knees to help her, "No, no, no. It's completely fine. No harm done," he said smoothly as he brushed back a stray piece of blonde hair from his face.

Leilanie looked up and saw the man for the first time and her breath caught. He was breath-taking, cool gray eyes and white blonde hair with pointed aristocratic features. He was close to 6'0 feet tall and very well built but not much so. She guessed that they were about the same age.

"Uh..Uh.." she started to stutter, then breathed in deeply.

He chuckled lightly and extended his hand to her, "I'm Draco Malfoy," he looked into her light hazel eyes, "and you are?"

Leilanie reacted later than she would have liked and shook his hand politely, "Leilanie Celeste Ryan. Pleasure to meet you." She stood tall again with her books in their previous position. Oddly his simple presence shot shivers up her spine. She was amazed by how handsome a man can be without even trying. His silver eyes shone with any emotion his face didn't show. It was astounding to know that a simple flicker of color can change his expression so much. In fact, she got nervous just thinking of being near him. Butterflies felt as if they were attacking her stomach.

Draco bowed, his hair flying in the wind, "As to you," he smirked at her and watched her shuffle her feet on the ground. She was beautiful to him and very lost. "May I ask if you are lost? Because it sure seems you are..." He watched as her cheeks slightly turned a shade of pink and just continued to observe her.

She smiled slightly at him, then gave him a smirk that almost rivaled his own infamous one, "Why would you want to know, Mr. Malfoy?" her light hazel eyes shining in mischief.

That had brought Draco back to himself. His old past was brought back to the surface, the hate for those lower than himself. Mudbloods. Come on Draco.. You're above all the prejudices. "But once a Malfoy always Malfoy," said a voice in his head that was identical to his father's.

"No." he firmly said to himself, he looked up and noticed her waiting for his answer, "Terribly sorry, Leilanie. But I must be going, pleasure to meet you." He stated coolly then left without a glance back.

He had left her there in complete shock that he had just blown her off. Charming one second then stoic the next. Leilanie watched him weave through the crowd the disappear. She will see him was a pretty cool day in London and schools have just gotten dismissed. Students, teachers, and parents now crowded the streets. Everyone walked in different directions to where they were needed. But she wasn't needed anywhere. Leilanie had missed all her classes being clueless and too lazy to bring directions. She had no clue where her apartment was or her way anywhere. Her feet continued to move her where they pleased to go, for she had no place to be. So she walked in a daze to anywhere. People stared and watched her, they knew she was lost but didn't bother to help her.