Hello everyone. This is a love story about Draco. I will not reveal too much in this little intro so there will be no knowledge to what will happen. I own nothing Harry Potter; it all belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Draco Malfoy walked down the crowded hallway to the elevators at the Ministry of Magic. Barely making it into a cramped elevator he hung onto a handle on the ceiling. He disliked being so close to people like this. After a short ride, the door finally opened and he quickly walked out of the elevator.

He tried his best to avoid fellow witches and wizards gazes. He knew that some of them knew who he was, or rather, who his father was. But, ever since the war ended just over a year ago, he knew that he had to change.

Draco was ashamed at how he behaved in his school years. It had not been entirely his fault, he had been brought up to think that bad was good and that being a pureblood made you better than muggle borns or blood-traitors. Through all the years he spent at Hogwarts, he believed that rubbish.

Draco was exhausted after a day of Auror training. Deciding to be an Auror had been the best way for him to redeem himself. If he could put away the people who he used to side with, maybe people would eventually see his family differently.

Walking out the doors of the Ministry, he felt the warm summer breeze on his fair skin. He walked down the road towards Diagon Alley while glancing at the new and newly repaired shops.

The reconstruction of the wizarding world had started promptly after the war had ended. Many towns and businesses were starting new again and restoring the wizarding world to what it should be.

As he passed Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes he could see a memorial built for Fred just outside the doors, it was a plaque with some quote said by Fred that Draco wasn't close enough to read. While squinting to read the quote a blur inside caught his eye, it stopped behind the counter, it was a woman.

The woman stopped what she was doing and caught him looking at her. He could see that she had wavy blonde hair, and that she was fairly short. She was beautiful. Her eyes met his and they locked eyes for a moment.

Embarrassed that he had been caught looking at her, he quickly went on his way. Who was that girl? He had never seen her before... yet again he had never been in the Weasley's store. He assumed he wouldn't be welcomed.

Continuing down the street he headed toward the Leaky Caldron. He had never been there, his parents used to say that it was a dreadful lowly place. But, after having been there recently, he couldn't see the problem with it.

As he walked in spotted and empty barstool at the bar. Taking his seat he ordered a pint of butterbeer, it always reminded him of his earlier years at Hogwarts, before things went bad.

The past year since the war had been rough. Being on trial for being involved with Death Eaters had been frightening. After a short trial he had been free to go, due to his lack of activity in the group.

But, his father had not been so lucky; he had been sentenced to twenty years in Azkaban. The verdict was not a shock, but Draco wasn't even beginning to realize what it would mean to be away from his father so long.

Draco's mother was not found guilty. To the courts amazement, Harry Potter himself had testified on her behalf. If it hadn't been for his mother, Harry would not have made it back to the castle alive. Harry felt as if he owed it to her to save her from the same fate as her husband.

Taking a sip of his drink, his mind wandered back to the woman at the Weasley's store. There was something about her he just couldn't shake. Surely he hadn't seen her before; he would've remembered such a beautiful face. She was not a Weasley, that was slightly obvious by her blonde hair. She looked about his age, but he had never seen her at Hogwarts.

Finishing his butterbeer, he waved over the bartender, paid the bill, and got up off his stool. He walked through the door into the warm night and apparated to his home outside of London.

He sighed and set his coat on the nearest couch. Clenching his fists he tromped up the stairs to his bedroom and carefully took off his tie. Draco had always prided himself on dressing well, he had been doing it all his life. It would be rare for someone to see him dressed down.

As he looked at himself in the mirror he unbuttoned his black shirt. Throwing on a grey cotton t-shirt, he quickly changed into the more comfortable pair of trousers.

Draco looked around his small bedroom, moving out and being on his own had proved to be lonelier than he had expected. His parents manor was always full of life and movement. Moving out of his parent's manor had been a big step in his life. His mother, of course, did not approve of his absence, but her darling son was no longer a little boy.

Choosing the small home had been difficult. Growing up all he knew was fancy furnishing and décor. But, at the time it was all he needed. He sat down on the bed and wiped his tired eyes. Shutting his eyes for a moment his thoughts turned to his father. Twenty years was a long time. There was no doubt that after Azkaban he would never be the same. There would be so much he would miss. Draco's graduation from Auror training, his wedding, and maybe even the birth of his children if he had any. The thought of going through life without his father was odd, but Draco knew he had to accept it.

A quiet tapping on the window tore him away from his thoughts. Looking over to the source of noise, he smiled at the sight of his new white great horned owl with a letter. He opened the window letting her in.

"Thanks Lucille." He said as the young owl landed on his wrist. Draco took the letter gently from her beak.

The letter was from Ames. Draco first met Ames in Auror training, he was a few years older than him, but they quickly became friends. Ames had finished his training about a month before. He was currently in the Middle East searching for a wizard who had killed eleven muggles.

Draco unfolded the letter and handed Lucille a treat.

D.M.,

Hello. First I must say that I cannot reveal where I exactly am or who exactly I am searching for. But, I must also say that I have seriously underestimated muggle warfare. It's brutal out here. Not only is it scorching hot, but everywhere I look there is a muggle holding a 'gun'. Using one of them is the equivalent of using the killing curse. It's too bad I won't be there to kick your arse in training anymore. Just so you know, do not reply to this message, I'm probably giving away too much information as it is.

-A.A.

He smirked; it was nice to hear from one of his only friends, even if it was just a short letter. He had not been too popular after the war had ended, due to being an ex-Death Eater. At least things were starting to look up for the better.

. . .

"That will be seven sickles please." Aurora Adams said to a customer at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

The young boy smiling up at her handed her the money and happily jogged out of the store clearly excited about his new purchase. It had been a slow day at work, the store was still relatively busy, but not compared to most days. She was glad for the time with nothing to do though, she had a lot on her mind.

Her older brother, Ames, had been on an assignment in Iraq for few weeks now. She was worried sick that he would get hurt or possibly even die. He was the only sibling she had, and the only family she had left.

Seeing no other customers in the store she went in the stockroom to check up on the supply of products. They had to restock often, the store was easily the most popular store in Diagon Alley. It had been even before the war, the Weasley twins were quite popular in school and attracted a large following of customers.

Hmm, she thought, they were low on love potions. Surprisingly, that was one of the most popular products. The results of customers using that particular product had not always turned out as they planned. A good example of this was the story Ron and Harry told of when in their sixth year, Ron ate chocolates meant for Harry that were laced with the potion.

Tromping up the stairs that led to George's office and apartment, she hesitated a moment and knocked on his office door.

"Yes, who is it?" George called from inside with a pleasant tone.

"It's me." She replied.

"Come in." He said succinctly.

The second she walked in the room there was a pop and rainbow smoke exploded in front of her face. She rolled her eyes and waved her arms to clear the smoke as she heard George laughing hysterically. Practical jokes were all just part of the job. The smoke clearing, she could now see him sitting in his desk. He appeared to be working on a new product.

She smiled and laughed a little when she saw that he was also covered in the rainbow colored smoke powder.

"I just came to tell you that we are running out of love potions." Aurora said, placing her hands on her hips.

He looked up from his little project and said, "And of course we can be out of those. I'll have some more made tonight; Ginny has become quite skilled at making them."

She smiled. "Alright then, I should get back downstairs." And with that she walked out of the room and back down the steps.

In the few minutes she had been gone the store had at least twenty more customers browsing and testing out their products. She quickly scurried back to the cashier counter, when she got there something caught her eye.

There was a man, seeming to be looking at her in the window through the front door. Her first thought was that he was rather attractive. He was also tall and slightly thin, unlike her. She could see even from a ways away that he had kind grey eyes.

When he saw her returning his gaze, he quickly looked away and walked on. Disappointed, but not surprised, she sighed. He probably realized that she was slightly overweight. Men were usually turned off to her because she had more curves than most girls, but she liked herself as she was and if they didn't like it that was their problem.

For the next two hours she helped customers find products and sold them. She rested her chin on her palm and remembered the odd moment with that man earlier. For sure he had been one of the most handsome men she had ever seen in her life. He was a simple kind of handsome.

She had only dated a couple guys in the past, none of which had lasted very long. That had been a couple years ago in her days at Beauxbatons. She had not been the most popular girl there but she survived well enough. There wasn't many boys to meet at Beauxbatons, the only time they did was at balls with other wizarding schools.

Her brother had only been accepted at Hogwarts because they were muggle born. Other wizarding schools had been more strict with accepting children of muggles. Aurora had always found it odd that she got a letter from Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts.

Aurora was a fairly talented witch, she always in the head of her class. She didn't fuss about at school with much else but her studies and her few friends. But, she had always had a childish side to her, which is why she applied for a job at the Weasley's store.

Looking at the clock she noticed that it was about closing time, nine o'clock. Since George always closed and locked the store she gathered her stuff in her bag. Tugging on her light weight jacket she walked out the wide doors and walked down the street.

Aurora lived in a flat above Ollivander's just down the street. She moved in there almost a year before. With her parents gone, she had no other choice but to live on her own.

Approaching the shop, she opened the old door and walked in.

"Aurora? It that you?" Ollivander called from the stacks of wands.

"Yes." She replied as she walked down the aisle that led to the stairs. Turning left at the top of the staircase she walked down the narrow hallway. When she reached her door she pulled out her key and unlocked it.

Looking around her flat she felt a little lonely. She wished she at least had a roommate. Yeah, I definitely need more friends, she thought.