In the silent hallways of an unused part of the castle, Draco Malfoy was walking aimlessly through it.
Another sleepless night I guess. His thoughts wandered. This has been going on for a long time, ever since after the war. He remembered all that had happened on that fateful day. The panic. The worry. The screams. The cries for help and glee.
The confession.
That is the one thing that is burned in his mind, and he might never forget it for the rest of his natural life.
'I don't want you.'
Why had those words been spoken through lips? If I haven't said those stupid things then I wouldn't be here, waking up in the middle of the night with those memories haunting in the dreams, or nightmares-if you could call it that, and wander aimlessly in the night like some ghost.
For five years, this had been happening. For five years, he wondered if could really forgive himself from forgetting of ever saying those words. Working tirelessly from perfecting his craft as potions master may have prevented him from thinking and just doing throughout that day, but it doesn't last when he comes home from work.
Maybe that's the reason why he accepted the job being the potions professor at hogwarts. Maybe, at the back of his mind, he thought he could face his demons and then maybe he could try to forget by being here. It's going to take some time, right now may not be the it. But it's going to be... It's gotta be...
