A/N: Well it's been a little while but Uni called and getting grades squashed my poor muse into a box and crumpled her. Thankfully she's back up and alive! I know it's another Draco one but honestly, he's so easy to play with!


Draco's Drabble

Post Hallows.

Words: 224

After the war, after the torment, after proving himself a spineless coward Draco never thought he would be included in the wizarding world again, he expected exile and rightly so. He'd done so much damage. But Potter hadn't let him. For some bizarre reason Potter had cleared his name first in the War. He never questioned it, he acknowledged it, but what was that muggle saying? Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Astoria Greengrass hadn't married him for money, she'd married him for love. While her sister Daphne was rotting in Azkaban, her mother had abandoned them both and fled to Europe, their father long dead, Astoria had turned to Draco for comfort and provided it as well.

Yet here Draco and Astoria stood on Platform 9 and ¾ watching their only son disappear into a plume of smoke on the Hogwarts Express, they wouldn't see him until Christmas and while the pair didn't like to admit it, they were worried that his last name would get him beaten up by the end of the first week.

Draco held his arm around his wife's waist and smiled into her hair as she turned to him; she could see the worry in his eyes and he could see the stress in hers. Neither acknowledged it but it remained.

"Let's go home." He whispered.