Chapter 1
He nonchalantly strides through the bank. All of the goblins simply assumed that he had just visited the family vault and was leaving with a few galleons and sickles. He was such a charming boy, of course he was mischievous, always smirking at someone but nobody would think him to be able to do actual harm. For goodness sake when he was put to the ultimate task of killing Dumbledore he was shaking and backed off. In his grand scheme of things this meant nothing. His bullying of younger students was just the tip of the iceberg. Of course a few people had called him evil, but aren't people always pointing fingers? People always said he was against Potter, but weren't all of the Slytherins? Most would say, "Think about the family he was brought up in? Can a perfect good little boy come from a family where the father is in Azkaban and the mother should? I think not!" All in all, no one truly had a clue about the full intentions of Draco Malfoy.
Draco worked in the Ministry of Magic now and held the position of an Auror well. His father was still locked away and his mum was on the run but any unsuspecting onlooker would think he had come from a completely normal family. He was well respected at work and caught the eye of many women. Even Hermione couldn't deny that she had a slight crush. Draco also helped out wherever he could and was often thanked by kindhearted people that two years ago no one thought he would be associated with. He seems to be an innocent, hard-working man that any girl would be lucky to have.
With his small bag of coins he made his way through Diagon Alley. He popped into Olivander's to see how he was doing. He wasn't as stable as before the war but was making wands and was very happy.
"Hello Mr. Olivander. I trust that you are well?" Draco asked.
"Quite well Draco. I am a bit weak in the knees and walking is not easy but I am back to my favorite profession aren't I? It is so considerate that you still visit me. Well you probably better be off. See you soon."Replied Mr. Olivander.
"Goodbye Mr. Ollivander. Have a nice week." Finished Draco as he walked out of the cramped shop and down the street. Things sure had gotten fixed up after the war. Diagon Alley was almost back to usual. He then walked into the Leaky Cauldron for a nice Firewhiskey. Tom kindly greeted him and handed him the glass. Draco took a nice long sip and set back down the glass. He zoned out and began to rack his brain for what to do with the rest of his day. It was amazing how oblivious people could be. I mean it is hard to outsmart a mastermind but you would think that people would realize a pattern of some sorts. I mean where was the challenge when everyone constantly trusted you? Maybe he would just have to do something a but more... dangerous.