"There's more to life than the pain that they made you feel." Camille O'Connell.

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I came at possibly the worst time. When I stepped through the green flames of the flu powder and fell onto the plush bear rug of the mansion, I instantly felt that everything was deserted. I turned to the only scents I could smell, that of my mother, Bellatrix, and Him.

My mother looked tired, with deep circles under her eyes, no makeup, all her roots were white, but she was smiling at me. Bellatrix was clinging to Him, who just gestured for me to come closer.

"From your appearance I can infer that you were well received, Draco," he asked, putting on a long coat that Bellatrix helped him put on. I remembered very well having seen it on my father when I was about ten "but tell me, what did you manage to find out?"

"I tried to convince them, however, they refuse to help" I half-lied, concentrating on closing my mind, as I could feel his attempts to see through me, "they say they are fine the way they are and wish to stay that way."

He grabbed the most peculiar wand I could have ever seen, and pointed it at me, I closed my eyes fearing the worst, with Nathaniel's words hanging over my head.

"I understand when I'm done at Hogwarts I'm going after the vampires," he assured, turning away. "Draco, I'm going to need one last thing from you."

I nodded giving my mom a soft kiss, he stretched out his hand and as I had been used to doing for a month, I kissed the back of it.

"I want you to bring Harry Potter from inside the castle to me," he ordered, grabbing my arm. My mother and Bellatrix clung to each other, and I felt that nauseating sensation of the apparition. We hit the ground again and he continued, "Look for him in the room of requirement, I'm sure he must be there."

I licked my lips and looked at my mother before I left. In the middle of the bushes and before they put up that barrier of magic, I managed to enter through one of the nooks and crannies of the castle, in my animagus form.

I knew I couldn't do this job alone.

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The castle was just as I remembered it, but the atmosphere was dark and depressing. I ran to the Slytherin dungeons, pronounced several passwords that could be useful, until I found the right one and entered the common room, to find the surprise that it was empty.

In the men's room, I put on one of Nott's robes, because of the boys I was the only one who was the same size, hid under my hood and decided to sharpen my senses. Where was everyone else?

In the midst of this confusion, I heard Pansy's screams, claiming that something was being unfair. I approached, realizing that filch, the janitor, was putting all the Slytherin inside the cell.

I tore everything to pieces, grabbed the first two familiar boys I identified by the collar of my uniform, pulling my robes off me. Crabbe and Goyle, looked at me in surprise, however, they soon composed themselves.

"Draco!"

"Move quickly!" I shouted, stepping forward, the boys following in my footsteps, "I need to find Potter."

The room of requirement was dark, foggy, and full of stuff. I smelled it, of course I did; freshly baked pumpkin pies, dirt and courage. Potter was there, rummaging through things, trying to find something.

I broke away from Crabbe and Goyle, with an imperious thought encompassing my head. What if I helped him? For the first time, I realized that if Potter defeated the dark lord, he wouldn't go after the vampires, and if I didn't stay with Harry, at least Nathaniel would be there for me. The offer sounded tempting, and it was the only one that pleased me.

I watched him opening boxes and I approached him, covering his mouth. His clothes were threadbare, his hair badly cut, and his eyes flashed with vigor, I whispered to him to calm down. That I was going to help him.

"What are you looking for?" I asked in a whisper. Harry looked at me in shock. "Tell me and I'll help you".

After thinking about it for a couple of seconds, he told me. The Ravenclaw diadem. Looking for something so small in a huge place? Potter was out of his mind.

That's when he pointed it out to me on top of a pile of objects that reached over a hundred feet high.

I nodded and winked at him, Crabbe arrived at my side at that precise moment, pointing his wand and Goyle joined him a few seconds later.

"Come on Draco, just stun him and that's it," Crabbe judged, furious. "You're not going to do it? You're a chicken! Desm-!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Crabbe's wand shot out of his hand, Ron and Hermione joined in the action, but my mind was only thinking that it was time for me to transform to grab the diadem.

I was fending off Weasley and Hermione's indiscriminate attacks, Harry and I ran to behind a cupboard, catching my breath, as I listened to the confrontation in the background.

"I saw some brooms."

"Go get them, I'll get the diadem."

I didn't know why Harry trusted me at that moment, maybe he saw the anxiety in my eyes, or that every word was spoken with the utmost assurance of my life. Still, by the time I transformed into the bat, Harry smiled in amusement. I don't know what made him so amused (maybe I should ask him someday).

I rose up seeing the first flames at the back of the room, which were beginning to consume the entire stage; as a bat I cannot take much of anything, so I asserted myself on top of it all returning to my human form with the tiara in my hands. I sensed all the dark magic in my power, it was painful and made me lose my balance, the embers of the fire were getting closer and me, I'm flammable. I was sure that was going to be the death of me.

Harry, anyway, managed to catch me before I hit the ground, he flew with the agility he always proved to have and as he flew over the fire, he released the tiara into the flames. The object released a brutal force from within, I knew that Crabbe was already dead, and that Goyle was clinging to Ron's broom crying.

I only managed to cling to his back, with my hands around his waist and I said:

"If we die here Potter! I'm going to kill you."

He managed to speed up the flight and with a spark touching the tail of the broom, we left The room of requirement burning with brilliance.

"We did it! -We did it!" shouted Hermione, jumping down from her broom. "Malfoy, we better not see you again for the rest of the night!

Goyle ran off downstairs, leaving me alone with the three of them. Hermione was pointing her wand at me, I held my mother's wand, against her, ready to heel if she did.

She glared at me angrily, Harry then disarmed me with an Expelliarmus leaving me very confused.

"Stop arguing, Draco helped me find the diadem!"

Both Ron and Hermione looked at Harry and then at me, dumbfounded. The girl apologized in a whisper, Ron said nothing, and I reached out my hand to grab my mother's wand again.

At that, Harry had one of his visions, it was the first time he witnessed one and sometime later he would tell me that it wasn't the first. Without bothering with me, the three of them ran off to the dock, while I hid from the catastrophe that was unfolding outside the castle.

Before Harry came down the stairs, he looked at me and moved his lips. I still remember I could almost hear his voice uttering a "Thank you very much" just for me.

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In the morning, after the long fight that broke out in the night, at dawn, I went down to the great hall, hiding among some of the students. Pansy was disheveled, but still looked stunning. She clung to my arms as soon as she saw me, causing us both to collapse on the floor like a couple of children.

"Dra...Draco I thought...I thought I'd never see you again," she sobbed as I stroked her head, "tell me...what happened to you? If I'm going to die today, I want to know everything about...about you."

Before He arrived, I told her everything I went through, at one point I began to cry, and she hugged me. At other times, we were both so sad that we had to be silent for a couple of minutes, just to check that we were still there; alive. I had never felt so attached to a person, and in less than an hour, it was as if a bond had bound me to Pansy, stronger than that of family or love.

The bond of friendship.

She told me about the gloom the school went through. The Parkinson's, never for or against the dark lord, they stood on the sidelines, never supporting a side, always preserving for their safety. That Pansy, in the fear of the moment, cried out for Potter to be captured, made (and still makes) all the sense in the world to me. Why sacrifice yourself for someone you don't even have the slightest appreciation for?

She told me about the torture of the students, that her authority as a prefect was nothing compared to the Carrow brothers. That it was a terrible few months, where there was no laughter and the food was terrible because the elves were unhappy.

Then Potter's supposed death happened. The ranger was carrying him, but instantly I knew he was alive; he smelled alive, dead people don't smell like that, I don't know how to explain it, but I just know that I knew he was still alive. I held the wand and after leaving with my parents, I decided to make the last act of rebellion of my inner teenager.

"Potter!" I shouted, pushing my way through the Death Eaters, throwing my wand at him.

Harry held it in the air, covering himself with the cloak as he cast spells to all sides.

I went to my mother and father, and we hid behind some stone pillars, frightened and trembling.

"Draco, my boy," my mother whimpered, taking my hands "are you all, right? Everything will be all right now."

"But what have you done, you stupid idiot!" "You don't know what the Dark Lord will do to us when this is all over! He'll kill us all!"

I felt his hands wrinkle my suit, but I pulled away and without thinking too much I gave him a soft kiss on his hands, which made him calm down.

"Potter is going to win, I'm sure," I said, listening to the loud booms coming from the dining room "he always wins, I have experience with that."

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We entered the Great Hall, and had to face some resentful Death Eaters, behind my back I heard my aunt's shriek and instantly realized she was dead. It all came to an end when we saw him and Harry fighting unmolested, only to end up leaving the body of the Dark Lord to fall face first to the ground; dead and ignored by the crowds of survivors on their way to join their loved ones.

Harry's gaze began to roam the entire dining room, he made his way through the crowds and by the time he located me, he ran in my direction. I felt his arms around my body, I responded to the gesture somewhat quizzically, however, when he pulled away from me, I could perceive the gleam his eyes emanated.

Harry complied with the order.

He woke up and stared at me, disoriented, not knowing why he did that and if it was really over. I smiled and cleared it up for him:

"You won, Potter, Happy?"

He nodded and turned around to look for his friends, I, for my part, helped my father up from the floor, and my mother was waiting for us sitting on a bench, in silence. The three of us felt out of place, as if it was not our place to share that jubilation.

Pansy arrived with a first aid kit and treated my parents' wounds; I didn't have any and the only one that remained was already healing. I noticed how Goyle escaped from Hogwarts, Zabini and Nott, approached crestfallen and without saying a word they asked Pansy to heal them too.

When the magical authorities arrived, I did not avoid arrest, neither I, nor my parents, nor Zabini, Nott or Pansy. They locked us all up in different cells, I don't know how much time passed, nor do I know the amount of rats I fed on; before our trial many families were missing.

Of my family, I was the first, because of the "D" in my name. I entered with an agitated heart, dirty and tired, assuming my sentence in Azkaban; the audience was full of journalists who took out their cameras to point them at me, I tried to look for familiar faces, and I only found one, who smiled at me; Harry.

Despite the countless evidence against me and my family, only Harry's testimony was enough for us not to be sentenced to Azkaban.

"I am aware of the numerous tortures that the Malfoy family exercised on Voldemort's behalf, however, if it were not for their help, on the day of the battle, I would be dead" he declared, everyone stopped breathing for a moment and the cameras focused on Harry, "Draco was the one who helped me destroy the last horcrux, refusing Voldemort possible order, his mother Narcissa, despite having him in front of her, lied to save me and finally, Draco showed a great gesture of courage at the beginning of my final confrontation. He does not deserve Azkaban, neither he nor any of the Malfoy family."

The trial continued with me trembling. I didn't even care anymore whether I was convicted as a Death Eater or not. The guards noticed when they brought me food and I didn't even touch it.

"We have one last matter to attend to in the Draco Malfoy trial today" the judge commented. I looked up. "The guards, during the period of confinement, have shown their concern and accuse him of possessing vampirism. The evidence? Long periods of voluntary starvation, an excess of dead rats found in his cell, and finally, what we can all notice at this moment, the mark on his neck." The cameras were pointed at me again. I could see how, in a tight red dress, Rita Skeeter and her magic pen were anxiously writing.

"The accused is given permission to testify."

"Is vampirism a crime?" I dared to ask, and a murmur spread through the courtroom.

"No, not if no murder has been committed in order to feed. According to our records you have no murders committed or under investigation" I think he liked that judge and it seemed to me as if Santa Claus was on my side. With his long beard and the smile on his lips. "In your case, possessing vampirism would not be a crime. Of course, you should also demonstrate the condition to us right now."

"You are right, I have vampirism."

The test was simple, I had two options: suck a dead rat or self-injure and regenerate instantly. I went for the second one, because I hated to be seen eating.

I ran the knife all over my arm, holding back a groan of pain. Everyone watched as within seconds, the wound began to heal without the need for magic or medicine. Just to be sure, I decided to ask Rita (who recoiled in horror) (exaggerated) for her mirror. The judge enlarged it, and everyone could see me disappear.

The entire jury debated before my final conviction, some sort of punishment I had to have, that much was clear. I entertained myself thinking about the headlines that would appear the next day; "The cursed son of the Malfoy's" "The end of a pure family".

I answered a few more questions and I was free, having to serve a six-month reconditioning period in society, psychological treatment, a ban on using my wand for at least five years (where I could then ask for it back) and the obligation to register as a vampire within the magical community.

Weeks later, when my parents and I were about to clean the mansion, Harry showed up at my house, just to talk.

I don't remember at all what we talked about, I just listened to him and saw how uncomfortable he was in my house, most probably because of all the horrible memories that the place evoked in him.

I still don't understand why, but it just happened; talking became normal, as if we had been doing it all our lives. That day we realized that our past fights were nonsense and that we both shared more things than we wanted to assume. The interesting thing was that during those three hours we sat and talked, he made no mention of my vampirism or the past years, it was all about the future, and the present.

"What do you plan to do now?" I asked.

"No idea, my whole life was to prepare to defeat him, now that it's all over, I guess I'll get my auror's license and see what life has in store for me."

I smiled and took a sip of my tea.

"That's all that's left, Potter; to carry on."

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The following year, I started dating Potter. I moved out of the mansion because my parents were already planning their "retired" life in their hasty fifties and, although they offered it to me, I refused to take such a large property when I was going to be on my own.

Anyway, the equity the mansion left me was so immense that I ended up moving into a loft apartment in the city. I lived inside a luxurious Muggle neighborhood. But it didn't matter, I mean; who the hell cared if my nice next door neighbor's name was Florence, and she gave me food whenever she saw me? We'd all been suckers for buying into that whole blood purity thing, and the people who still believe it, they need an electro-shot treatment.

Anyway, Potter of course knew, but after he decided to take some time with Ginny, his ex-girlfriend, he came to me. With a bouquet of flowers and was too direct.

"Look, I think I'm bisexual and I like you. Is that weird? You're gay, aren't you? I hope Pansy didn't lie to me. Did I tell you he talked to her more now?" he started to ramble, while scratching his head. He was still in the doorway "I mean, it was because of Hermione, you know; how they both did seventh grade. Well anyway; she told me that you had been obsessed with me, and well I was too, but I don't know if..."

I remember very well that I ended up interrupting him, because it made things more awkward than they were. I kissed him trying not to bite him by mistake because I was in a hurry.

It was that banal and stupid. Too little special, something that made it perfect. Harry smiled in confusion:

"Wait, does that mean you like me? Wow."

"What do you think, Potter? "

"Well, you've always been unpredictable."

I ended up forcing him to come in, as I didn't want my neighbors to see me acting so eagerly gay. I put the flowers down on the table and turned to face Harry.

"Unpredictable? Potter, I've been sending you signals since first grade."

"Really? I thought you hated me."

"Look, you know what? Whatever!" I concluded, leaning closer to him. "Think of me as post-war Draco, okay? That makes it easier."

Harry smiled, pulling my arms as he put them around his waist. Since the apartment was already dark, he didn't need to lock them. With his wand, he summoned a few candles he had in his stash, lit them, and smiled.

"I like the whole Draco. Not half," he said. And I felt my insides stir, by his smell, and his presence. "I think it sounded better in my head, but I think the Draco in all his ages was perfect. A little stubborn, irritating, nasty, spoiled, and haughty."

"Do you want us to start listing each other's faults? See, I have many to name, too," I replied, looking at Harry, who was illuminated by the dim candlelight. "Suicidal, reckless, with a hero complex...?"

Now the one who dropped my mouth was Him. I think the fact that we both had previous experience made everything more ideal. The jerk knows how to kiss, and despite the difference in our heights, he showed me that he doesn't lack strength (since with Ron he was going to the gym three or four times a week).

"I'm the ideal guy, aren't I?"

I sighed and dug my fingers into his head, as I had been wanting to do for years.

"All a dream. Not for nothing Ginny and Cho, didn't want to let you leave their side."

He let out a chuckle and pulled me to the couch, as he nibbled on my neck. I let him do it and lamented that I couldn't do the same.

"You're an asshole, Draco."

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Potter forced me to take him to meet this vampire organization, after I was telling him about my mission in very broad strokes.

He seemed enthusiastic, and I had no idea how to tell him that vampires hated (well "hated" is kind of a strong word) (I used it for years and I don't think I even came close to the real meaning) magic. He was so insistent that I ended up reluctantly agreeing.

"It's no big deal" I assured him on the agreed day, he was dressed up, as I made it clear it was the right thing to do "You still want to go? Really? "

"Of course, besides, I'm an auror. I should go and see what's going on over there."

"Okay, two things before we go" I said, sitting down with him: "First, no leaving my side, that's an order, they might take your blood as soon as I don't have an eye on you, understand?" Harry nodded like a child. I sighed and averted my eyes in embarrassment. "Second... You most likely know my ex."

As soon as I mentioned that last word his smile was wiped off his face, I licked my lips nervously.

"Ex?"

"I mean, we didn't exactly date, but there was you-know-what."

"You had sex."

"For Merlin! well yeah, but I also met his family."

Harry ran his fingers through his hair.

"That they're vampires, aren't they? And you're telling me that during the mission of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (Censored by me, sorry), which lasted a month, as I understand it, you got someone to date." I nodded again. "What's his name?"

"Nathaniel."

We were both silent for a couple of minutes, I took the opportunity to fix my tie five times before Harry broke the silence.

"Okay, well, I'll meet this Nathaniel and see if he's better looking than me."

He stood up, determined, and stretched out his hand to me. I imagined the place as best I could, as I remembered it. I grabbed his hand and we apparated a block away. I'm not the best at apparition, but if I already know the place (and it's not protected with an anti-apparition charm) I can transport well.

I walked trying to lengthen my steps as best I could. The two of us then saw the large, ruined building, we entered and after doing the steps as I remembered, the reality appeared before our eyes.

Everything, down to the smallest detail, was the same. The woman at the reception desk looked at me unimpressed because her attention was on Potter.

"Name and... Why is a non-vampire here?" she asked. "Well, we'll go one by one; full name and date you were bitten."

I answered and the girl confirmed that my place in the association was intact.

"Now the non-vampire; Full name, age, position, and reason for his visit."

"Harry Potter, twenty-three, an auror, and I'm here to... see?"

"He's come to see the place." I added to the girl's astonishment.

"This is not a place for sightseeing" the girl replied. "I'm going to have to ask you to follow me to the director's office."

I nodded and she led us into the building. I had to grab Potter by the shoulders as the first thirsty glances landed on him. We walked up to the most important office, with incipient nervousness.

"Mr. Van Gould, I have Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Draco Malfoy with me," the girl announced over the voice booth. "They are here to accept an application for a tour of the buildings

The door opened, and I squeezed Harry's shoulders as soon as I saw Nathaniel sitting where his father had been years ago. A smile remained static on my lips.

"Hello, little Draco! I see you've brought some rather peculiar company, is he a friend of yours? Nathaniel Van Gould! A pleasure to meet you."

Harry looked at Nathaniel's outstretched hand, then back at me. I could tell from his expression that he was not at all pleased. I felt his hands suddenly hold me at my waist. Nathaniel, his smile widened.

"Harry Potter," he replied, taking Nathaniel's hand. "Draco's boyfriend."

"Yes, I can see that."

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To summarize, Nathaniel told us that his father decided to take a vacation (to what translates to a millennium or something like that) and since he couldn't leave the association empty, and none of Nathaniel's siblings wanted to take on the responsibility, he took over.

In itself, that visit could have gone terribly, but it didn't, because Nathaniel had the gift (and curse) of gab. For the first twenty minutes of the conversation, we were quite tense, Nathaniel was the only one whose worries slipped out of him without much effect.

"I understand that things have improved in the magical community, haven't they?" Nathaniel mentioned, "That's really good, as I was thinking that it's time for us vampires to start relating to you." As he spoke, he took out a bag of blood from his mini-freezer, to which he put a bulb and started to drink. "Do you want Draco, I have A positive, B negative and O. I'm sorry Mr. Potter, I have nothing to offer you."

"I'm fine like this," I replied, shrinking back into the chair. Harry also refused, "It would be amazing to improve the coexistence between the two communities, although I feel that within the next century too many changes are going to happen. Wouldn't that be too hasty? What do you think Harry?"

"All right, I suppose" he answered reluctantly. "It's a pity that we wizards are not immortal." Nathaniel sat back down across from us. "Because if we were, we wouldn't have a problem with the passage of time."

"Now that I think about it, I remember reading an article about you, Draco, in the newspaper. Here comes all the most controversial information."

I knew he was referring to my trial after the Battle of Hogwarts, that was the last time the Malfoy family set a trend.

"It must have been a difficult time; I still remember when you shouted in my face."

"You got on my nerves."

"I know, but it was the first time someone said things to my face, you know?" He said, putting his feet up on the table that stood between them. "I was shocked afterwards, and I started to think that maybe I should give these vampires a little dose of reality. We live far apart from everyone; you know what I mean?"

Although the question was directed at me, Harry went ahead to answer.

"It might work, actually," Harry mused, "we'd have to remove a few stigmas, but if we're already making progress with house -elves and blood purity, it seems like the right thing to do." Harry settled better on the couch and for a moment I almost saw both boys as if they were the same. "Do you have something like vampiric quidditch?"

"We're more classic, a lot of them were muggles before they converted; soccer, basketball, golf, but we add our twist." he replied, finishing his bag of blood. "I saw a Quidditch match when I was younger, it was pretty exciting. Also, I went to the last World Cup. Australia had a good game."

"Australia, but did Egypt play Bulgaria?" Harry questioned." I know that well because Victor played again. Australia hasn't reached the finals since the 1960s."

"Ah, the passing of time is exciting." concluded Nathaniel. "Well, whatever. I went to see the last Quidditch match of my life in the 1960s, but not much has changed, has it?"

I shrugged, because in the 60's my mother was only five; I wasn't even in the future plans.

"Hey, Nathaniel" Harry called, much more comfortable, "Can you show me that vampire soccer thing? It must be crazy."

Nathaniel smiled and answered, "It is, actually."

The two began to talk animatedly about sports. I was only interested in Quidditch, but Harry said that Muggle sports were just as amazing. I didn't believe it, even though Nathaniel was talking as if it was all too intriguing.

From my point of view the two were already like best friends, speaking in a very different language. At a certain point, he turned on the TV, but nothing was shown. Harry just had to wave his wand to condition the device to magic. I could see the "vampire soccer" and how the players went from one side of the field to the other in a matter of seconds. It still didn't seem "extraordinary" to me, so I just sat there, pretending to watch something.

"Hey Nathaniel?" I interrupted him. Harry also looked at me in confusion. "Choose between: Bravery, ambition, honesty, and intelligence.!

"What for?"

"You just choose."

Harry smiled, realizing what he was trying to prove.

"I think bravery" he replied, "A cowardly person who faces his ambition with fear must be a complete idiot... First bravery and then ambition." He paused and then noticed my smile. "Did I answer correctly?"

Fabulous, Nathaniel was a Gryffindor (and Slytherin) and just as much of an arsehole as Harry. A dynamite combination. I licked my parched lips, realizing why the two of them got along so well.

"Not at all, I find it an abhorrent decision" I replied, thundering my fingers. "Only fools, like the one next to me, believe that your decision is the right one. Bravery is the most useless of the four options."

The boys continued to debate what I had just said, because they were like that. They always wanted to have the last word. I got bored and went to the door.

"Come on, we're here for you to show Potter around."

He turned off the TV and our tour began, but since nothing exciting happened, I won't relate it.

I'll just say that, for some unknown reason, I find myself stupidly attracted to people who are the most opposite of me. Like that pair, who were laughing as if they had known each other all their lives. As if when we arrived, Harry hadn't wanted to run to attack him, and Nathaniel hadn't even crossed his mind to suck him dry.

That day I discovered the reason why Harry smelled exceptional to all vampires; he has the rarest blood type. AB negative. Crazy? I wasn't really surprised, considering he's "the chosen one."

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It's amazing how I just let out in a few thousand words, the story of my life. This device is amazing, although it still feels weird to type each letter.

I'm with Potter now, living in an apartment, we ended up agreeing that our inordinate "hate" was nothing more than tension built up over indiscriminate years. We have a Siamese cat and are as happy as a person who spent every day of his life fearing his own death can be, and another who is learning to let go of the bad habits of the past.

Alcohol helps, so do cigarettes, I just try not to use them too much, so Potter doesn't worry.

Some nights, I am awakened by Potter's nightmares, I wake him from his torment and instead of telling me about his dream, he tells me about Ron, Hermione, and his daughter or, he asks me to tell him about the book I am reading until he falls asleep again; he says he likes my voice, so I guess I serve as a background sound.

Pansy, she received no condemnation, as everyone understood that out of fear, she said such words. However, she says that she is not yet ready to start a working life.

Zabini and Nott emigrated because no one would give them work here.

When I told my parents about my relationship with Potter, they just shrugged:

"Draco, I spent a lifetime trying to make you what I wanted" said my father, "whether you're with Potter or not doesn't matter to me; I'm happy that at least that's your decision."

Things are somewhat ambiguous now, and the more years go by, the more I realize the visible difference between Potter and me. One day, I went to Knockturn Alley, where I bought a mirror that did reflect me. There I realized how I really looked, for the first time. At thirty, I look like I'm fifteen; a teenager who just got his first pimples, and Potter already looks like a man.

One day I proposed to him, the bite, but he refused.

"I don't think I can, Draco," he replied "or at least not yet. Eternity is such a strange thing. Are you proposing that to me because I'm already looking ugly?"

Then I showed him the mirror, where he was not reflected, but I was.

"In a few years I'll look like your son" I assured him, frustrated. "Isn't that weird for you?"

"Weird, as if those changes anything about my accomplishments" he concluded, lying down on the bed, "I'm happy because my boyfriend will always look like a beauty, that's enough."

"I could kill you in your sleep, you know?"

"How sweet of you."

I guess we'll continue like this, for the time being. At least until I decide I've had enough of Harry.

The problem is that with each passing day, I realize how much I miss him.

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Is that a conclusion?

How strange.

How do you end a book? So many novels read, and no idea.

My psychologist will be proud, or so I hope.

Because I only did this on her orders, if I show her that I did it (although I'm not going to let her read it), I can get the order to get my wand back.

Washing dishes is simply spectacular with a little magic.

END? In a hundred more years I'm going to write the second part, hoping Harry has stopped being so stubborn.

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