"These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,

Which as they kiss consume." Friar Laurence, to Romeo. Act II, Scene XI. –William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet.

"Where on earth did Draco go?"

"If I knew it, Theo, I would have grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and he would be sitting with us right now." Blaise sneered, while he was smoking the cigarette placed between his middle finger and his forefinger. Inhaling deeply.

"He is probably wandering on the beach, stuck in the vastness of his torments." Adrian suggested.

His friends nodded, approving of his words. They then did not leave the low wall on which they were sitting, and they contemplated the landscape that laid before them. They could see Brighton Beach in the distance.

They were wondering if, from where they were standing, they could catch sight of some blond, almost white, hair. A color that few people in this town had.

But if Draco was indeed moping around, he was unlikely to show up. He always did that when his dark thoughts got the upper hand.

They would find him eventually, but not for now.

Four years had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts. Four never-ending years during which the magical community had seen a number of its wizards go.

Lucius, Narcissa and Draco Malfoy, as well as plenty of families who had fought on Voldemort's side, had avoided ending up in Azkaban. Instead, their sentence had been that they had to leave the wizarding world. Without any plea to this decision.

They had first felt revolted and belittled, but then Lucius and Narcissa had ended up picking themselves up. Finding their immaculate dignity and their eternal power again, they had started a new life.

They had been reigning over Brighton for two years now. Through their undeniable fortune but also because of the company they had established. Following this infuriating glory, they had even acquired a new Manor.

Distancing themselves, little by little, from that past that could have damaged their reputation in the world in which they were born.

That was not to say that the Malfoys had forgotten who they truly were.

Toujours Pur.

They were mixing with muggles only out of obligation and they continued living in their wealth, secluded from everyone.

However, they had neglected the fact that, by leaving the wizarding world, they were to face their greatest enemies.

After the war, Hermione Granger had not lost time. She had brought her parents back from Australia and after persisting in bringing their memories back for hours, she had succeeded. Their memories had been recovered. Most of them.

Elizabeth and Richard Granger had not wished to get their life as dentists back. Instead, they had moved to Brighton and they had taken over a publishing house that they had renamed by their last name. A mutual passion for literature was born when they had lived as Wendell and Monica Wilkins on another continent.

The Grangers had quickly prospered despite the impediments rain. The Malfoys' arrival had not changed anything. They had remained at the height of their fame.

It had only rekindled hostilities. Now, they had yet another reason to hate each other until there was nothing good left in them.

As for Hermione, she had not given up the wizarding world. She was working at the Ministry and she was giving her soul to help the minorities.

Nevertheless, she was visiting her parents every week. She would never dare to forget this daily routine as she still felt bad for having inflicted them that horrendous spell, five years ago.

It was odd for Hermione, to see that her surname was now well known in both those worlds she belonged to. She who had been insulted throughout her school years at Hogwarts, because of her inferiority.

Speaking of which, in spite of Hermione's numerous visits to Brighton, it had been more than four years since Draco had seen the witch he had always considered as an enemy.

Not even through a newspaper. Merlin, he could not even remember the last time his eyes had laid on the Daily Prophet.

Yet still.

Theodore Nott had warned him.

"The ghosts of your past, my dear friend, will end up crossing your path again."

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