Chapter One- Two Years Later…
Voldemort has been dead for six months. Six whole months of witches and wizards trying to rebuild and repair the devastation left behind. Not only material things were destroyed, but souls and hearts as well. Somehow, Lucius and Draco escaped conviction. No one was more surprised than Draco himself. His father had done cruel and unforgivable things and yet the man is allowed to roam free around the Wizarding World. Fuck that. Draco would soon have to think of a way to get rid of dear old daddy. He couldn't move on until it was done.
He hadn't seen Ginny in a long while. She was there at the final battle at Hogwarts. He almost died because he was too busy watching and wondering about her to focus on what he was supposed to do. He didn't want to be a Death Eater, he didn't want to rape, pillage, and murder. He wanted to grow old and have a big family with a certain red-headed beauty. He merely wandered around the final battle, not really committing to anything. Moseying is a great word to describe it. After it was over, he came home with his mother and didn't leave his rooms for a month. He couldn't get the sight of death to leave his mind. Sometimes the death would give way to red and he would dream of twirling his fingers through the red hair while staring into chocolate eyes and that would help him to sleep.
Now he had plans to make. He couldn't get distracted and give into fantasies. If he wanted to turn it into reality, he would have to stay focused.
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Ginny opened her eyes to take in the sights surrounding her. She ran her hand along the bed searchingly. When she finally came across a body, she smiled to herself. She still couldn't believe she and Harry had a flat together. She supposed the final battle had shown Harry what was important and that was her. She thought about how Harry ignored her for most of school and she had to shake her head. Now was not the time to dwell. She was happy. So what if Harry thought her favorite color was red, when really it was green. So what if Harry didn't know her favorite food, or place, or season, or Holiday. She was with him and that's all that mattered. She had pined after him since she was ten years old. She finally had him.
Ginny shook herself out of her reverie and wandered in to the bathroom. She completed her morning ablutions and returned to their room to get dressed. Once she finally made her way to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast, an owl awaited with the morning copy of The Daily Prophet. Ginny took the paper, paid the owl, and sat down with a cup of pumpkin juice. She unfolded the paper to see the front page as it read "Malfoy Senior Found Dead, Missing Toes" Ginny let out a shriek of excitement. Lucius Malfoy finally got what he deserved. Because of him, Ginny had the worst first year of all time. She still had nightmares about it. Not to mention Lucius Malfoy was a cruel and hateful son of a bitch. After her excitement flared and went, she sat back reading the article. Missing toes? She thought, that's strange. Strange indeed.
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Draco sipped his coffee completely unperturbed by this morning's Daily Prophet. Just last night he had been thinking of ways to kill his dear old dad, but someone apparently beat him to it. If he was honest, he would say that he was both jealous and relieved. Jealous because he had wanted for so long to do it, but relieved because he really wasn't a killer, he didn't have it in him. The article said the death had been the unlikely side effect of a robbery gone bad. The toes didn't bother Draco, he knew his father wore very expensive toe rings, what bothered Draco was that Lucius was in Knockturn Alley. As part of their parole conditions, they weren't allowed to be around Dark Magic, including wizards and relics. So how had Lucius gone around the very specific tracking spell that monitored that? Hermione Granger developed the spell herself, so Draco knew it was fool-proof. Draco decided not to dwell on that any longer, he had a life to start living and a girl to make his.