Draco walked down Diagon Alley, his hands shoved deep in his pockets as people jumped out of his path. Acting as though it didn't bother him was starting to become harder then he thought it would be, he had assumed after the war he and his family would go back to being awed at.
He ducked into Flourish and Blotts in an attempt to escape some of the scathing glares.
Darting up the stairs and around some of the bookshelves, he leaned back and gave himself a moment to drop his mask. He didn't understand, he and his parents hadn't fought in the final battle; not really, they made sure they were in the least amount of fighting and only sent out disarming spells.
Footsteps had him flinching and glancing up, his mask fully in place with insults already turning through his mind.
"Following me?" he sneered.
"Don't flatter yourself, I saw the paper this morning on a morning walk and have been trying to find you since. I thought you might like to see it but I gave up and came in here to read." Kagome snorted.
She handed over the Daily Prophet, folded and tucked so a picture of Severus Snape was staring up at him.
Draco grabbed the paper, a little unsure in knowing if she was getting him back with a hurtful prank after what he had done to both of them at St. Mungo's the previous week.
"I didn't know if you'd seen it, thought this might interest you a little maybe help you release some of your anger and general disdain for the world." Kagome explained.
"It turns out Harry's been fighting for this since the battle. I thought you'd like to know." Kagome said when Draco continued to remain quiet.
"Thank you!" Draco stammered as Kagome started walking away.
Kagome froze, unaccustomed to hearing sincerity in his words. "You're welcome, Draco."
Draco turned from where Kagome's form was back down to the Daily Prophet in his hands, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips.
Harry Potter wins to have Severus Snape vindicated of his Death Eater status and all charges against him—hailed a hero of the Second Wizarding War by Rita Skeeter
Hello all! After yesterday I had a bit of moving around to do with the chapters and honestly couldn't figure out what I should do as a sort of tribute to the late Alan Rickman; I thought maybe this could serve as a small one. RIP Alan, you were amazing!
"After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."—Albus Dumbledore