Harry stared at his wife over the edges of the paper the next morning. She looked sad and angry. Probably because of him. His eyes stopped at a familiar name in the paper and he sighed. "Lucius Malfoy was yesterday sentenced to death, and executed. Malfoy was a follower of Voldemort, along with his family. Malfoy's wife and son were also present during the trial. They were seen leaving the court shortly after the deathsentance. There is nothing known about their feelings about the matter but assumed they are depressed and angry" Harry frowned. "Assumed?"
Over the small text there was a photo of Lucius Malfoy taken a year before.

"Anything new?" Ginny looked at him across the table
"No, nothing important" he murmured and took a sip of his cofee.
"I better read that myself, you wouldn't tell me anyways" she stared at the table avoiding to meet his glare. Harry threw the paper across the table
"Go ahead then"
"Harry! Honestly, what is wrong with you?!" She hissed as the paper hit her teacup and spilled hot tea all over her.
"Nothing" he stood up to get her a towel.
"You have been acting weird all summer! Getting angry over nothing, you barely eat, all you do is sitting at that pub with my brother!"
"Keeps my mind of things"
"Eventually you will have to spend time with your thoughts! You cant always postpone it!"
"Im not postponing it! I choose not to think about it to not go insane!" Harry raised his voice, but lowered it as he saw Ginnys face. He grabbed his jacket and turned to leave.
"I'm going out, dont wait up for me!" He gave her a quick kiss before he headed out of the door and down the street to the Irish Pub.

He passed several drunk wizards. And a witch who looked at everyone who passed with a seductive glare.
"Potter, out to brag again are we?" she said and spat at him
He couldnt understand why they wouldnt leave him alone. He had defeated Voldemort years ago, it wasnt that big of a deal anymore. At least not for him.
Harry passed many other witches and wizards who came storming out of the pub.
By the words they shouted, he realized that Malfoy was there. Drinking. As usual, he had been there a lot recenty.
Harry walked through the door and nodded to the bartender before he found the usual place her in the back of the room. The large dark room was only lit by candles, which gave the flickering shadows on the walls. He looked around, and yes, there, thrown over the edge of a small table in the other corner sat Draco Malfoy. Harry struggled to see him properly. But he saw that he had lost a few kilos since the last time he had seen him. His long blond hair hung as curtains in front of the worn face and down his back. There was a depressed expression in his eyes.

"Harry! Finally!" He jumped around and saw Ron and Hermione Weasley come smiling at him.
He smiled back and nodded to them. They came over to his table and sat down above him.
"Oh, no, have you been fighting with Ginny again?" Hermione said when she saw the expression on his face.
He only nodded slightly in response and grabbed the beer in front of him.
He looked at Malfoy in the corner of my eye as he talked with them. They followed his eyes and changed the subject.
"Yeah, I heard his father was executed yesterday," said Hermione, and shuddered.
"Serves him right!" said Ron and Harry knew that Malfoy had heard them. He sighed loudly and grabbed the fourth beer that evening.
"Ronald Weasley, no matter how much you hate him and his family are not allowed to say that!" Hermione stared with disappointed eyes toward her husband and grabbed the glass of Irish whiskey.
"Look at him," said Hermione, looking towards Malfoy again "He is absolutely devastated"
"So what?" said Ron again and stared down at the table.
"Do you remember how you felt when .." she began
"Yes I do, but that has nothing to do with this!" said Ron, staring at her without letting her complete the sentence.

They sat in silence the rest of the evening. Two hours later, Ron and Hermione got up to leave.
Harry sat in silence for a little while before he decided on a move closer to Malfoy. He grabbed a stool and sat down with his back against the counter.
He did raise his head once to look for other wizards that might throw him out. No, he wasnt a very liked man. He looked around again. Harrys green eyes met Malfoys grey and in a moment of seconds he smiled. Harry smiled. Malfoy just nodded and looked down in his beer again.
Harry sighed and went over to his table.
"Do you mind?"
"Depends on how you want me to react"
"I just want to talk"
"Well then" said Malfoy and pulled out a chair "Sit"

The two men soon realized that they didn't know each other at all, they only knew the pain they had experienced. At last, the bitter enemies parted as friends, or almost friends.
Harry walked quietly homeward in deep thoughts. He had a different respect for Malfoy .. Draco, now. He just wanted to live his life quietly without any kind of trouble. Just as Harry had tried to do for over 3 years, without success. Not even Ginny could help him with that. She tried as best she could, but it always ended in discussion or fights. Harry unlocked the door and went into the little house in Godricks Hollow. He walked wuietly up the stairs and heard Ginnys low breathing from the bedroom. He turned around and went down again, he did not want to wake her. He was late, and they would just start fighting again. He went down the stairs and fell asleep on the couch.