so i’ve had this idea stuck in my head forever. it’s my head!canon of what happened to draco after hp 7.
so now, there’s a micro-fic.
it was funny that he of all people should be enjoying walking around london, walking through crowds of muggles, blending in. even with his bright blonde hair. it was hard to stand out in london these days.
draco malfoy welcomed this fact greatly. and also that it was so easy for him to dissappear in the midst of the clueless. the relief he felt each and every time he left diagon alley, to just be away from the looks and the whispers, was greater and more essential to him than he would have ever admitted aloud.
out here he was no one. just a man. just some guy. not the heir of a family of dark wizards that had become a shame for the community. not a death-eater. not the one who helped voldemort get his hands on hogwarts. not the one who was partly responsible for the murder of albus dumbledore. simply put, out here he was no one. or everyone; everyone but draco malfoy.