Another one, as promised, but a short one. Enjoy!

Love,
Moretta


Sometimes the pressure feels like it's going to make him explode.

There are the regular visits to the Ministry, to make sure he's still legal, the psychiatric exams every six to eight months, to prove he's not thinking about trying to bring Voldemort back from the dead, the twice-monthly bank account checks, to see if he's been receiving money from illict sources, the unsheduled visits to his house by Aurors, just in case he's hiding any Dark objects in his house, you know, because he's his father's son.

Aand after all that, there are the pressures of his job; contracts to write, clients to wine and dine, colleagues to out-do, bosses to impress, old reputations to escape, business meetings to attend, proposals to finish, deadlines to meet, unpaid overtime to do.

And then there's the rest of life; rent to pay on time, groceries to buy, laundry to do, meals to cook, beds to make, flats to clean, smiles to keep up despite all of this.

Sometimes Draco feels like he's going to crack under the pressure of it all, but Ron is there and smiles and elbows him and lifts the world onto his own shoulders and helps even out the weight.