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Thank you for reading my fic! I hope you enjoy it! I'm sure of no grammar or spelling mistakes. I am a gigantic grammar and spelling freak!
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Chapter One
Fly Away To Find The True Answer
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Somewhere in the distance
I hear someone yelling, 'Hey c'mon, man.'
And the rusty weathervane tells me
where he's calling from
While I'm sitting here, crouched on top of
A dusty little hill
I sigh and mutter, "Wouldn't it be great to fly?"
I yell back,
"I wanna fly away!"
Fly away to find the true answer!
-Taiyou no mannaka de by Bivattchee
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That was two years ago.
And Draco was not the man he used to be.
The Final Battle was won. The Light had prevailed. As Draco had wanted. That was the last time he smiled. That was the night before Voldemort came.
The war gave him a look of understanding, understanding of the good and evils of the world. Like you could divulge your most intimate and private thoughts, your secrets, your dreams, no matter how cultivated, nor untamed, they were and he'd nod his head and tell you his thoughts. Oh yes. He understood.
He remembered that night with Hermione as he strolled gracefully into a Muggle restaurant. He had a very important war hero to engage conversation with.
Very important.
After all, it's not like Draco Lucius Malfoy walked into a Muggle comfort-food diner every day, you know.
It was every other day.
He liked being able to walk into a place without people staring at him with the mixture of fear, hatred, and curiosity in their features. Besides the usual girls giving him a good look-at, no one gave a rat's arse about him walking anywhere.
Draco searched for the person. After the War, when he disobeyed and shocked the world by going to the Light, he got special orders from the Minister of Magic to keep an eye on the wizarding world's war heroes until the damage was repaired and the excitement died down.
Suddenly, milky-silver met emerald.
He found the Minister.
"Potter." Draco nodded in acknowledgement.
"Malfoy." Harry said solemnly.
Draco sat down across the messy-haired Minister of Magic in the booth. "So Potter," he began, " after the War, you became the Minister and married Ginerva Weasley." Harry nodded and gestured for him to continue.
"War hero Ron Weasley fell in love with Luna Lovegood and married five months after the War. Neville Longbottom was betrothed to Padma Patil and Lavender Brown was taken in by the Dark. Later was found raped, bound, tortured by Muggle means, and slowly died of infections and disease that came of being left in a room fixed to a stone wall for thirty days, correct?"
Harry nodded and opened his mouth. "Report: Hermione Jane Granger." Draco opened his mouth, but nothing came out. "No report. Subject has been M.I.A. since end of the War."
The Minister smirked. "Ah. Good. Good report, Malfoy. Come with me to the Apparation point; I have an important mission for you."
The two most powerful wizards alive sauntered out of the building, the Muggles believing the 'businessmen' had some catching up to do.
Which was true.
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Next Chapter: Chapter Two; Second Flight
-What happened to Hermione? Why has she gone A.W.O.L.?
-Why is Malfoy keeping track of the wizarding world from the Muggle world?
-Did Malfoy develop feelings for Hermione in their seventh year? Will they return?
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Preview:
"I remember kissing her." Draco said, keeping his chin up, not letting the stony glares of the Wizengamot, which was made mostly of the War Champions, get to him.
"Her lips were soft. Warm. I don't recall any other girl that I have ever kissed having such nice lips…" His expression softened. Harry felt the corners of his mouth turn upward slightly.
Unexpectedly, a question rang out from the Wizengamot group.
"Do you regret it? Kissing Miss Granger so emotionally?"
Excited whispers filled the air. Yet Draco's answer rang clear, boisterous almost, as if he was proud of it.
"No."
A smirk appeared upon his face, almost like the one he had in his Hogwarts years.
"And I'd do it again if I could."
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