12. Draco.
Draco leaned out of his bedroom window, and smelt the fresh air. It was over. The dark lord had been gone for a year now, and although he could never express his feelings to his father, he was very glad about that fact.
Draco had seen the members of his family pushed out for disagreeing with their pure blood views, he was always scared he too would be banished from his home. He loved his father dearly, and would do anything to make him happy. And that included becoming a death eater.
Now, a year after the dark lord had been killed, and the death eaters were in hiding, Draco finally felt as though he could begin to live his life how he intended to.
Draco had done and said a lot of things that he regretted, many including a female school acquaintance , and so, his first goal on his new path of life, was to make it up to this girl.
He walked downstairs, grabbed the phone book, and strode out of the house. He found the nearest phone box, and dialled a number.
The phone rang out for several seconds, when a voice answered. It was a soft voice of an English girl, the voice was ever so familiar.
"Hello?" The voice spoke.
"Granger?" Draco spoke calmly.
"Yes.. Is that you Malfoy? What the hell do you want? Ron is here you know. I don't think he will take kindly to…"
"Just stop talking for a minute, will you?" Draco interrupted. "I have a few things I want to say to you, and to your boyfriend for that matter. I want to start by saying.." he paused. He swallowed. "I'm sorry."