To say Draco was excited would be a complete and utter lie. After the war, things had only gotten worse for the Malfoy family. Lucius was currently in Azkaban and no doubt would be for the rest of his life. Even though he knew his Father hadn’t made the best decisions, he also knew that Lucius didn’t deserve such a harsh punishment. He hadn’t even gotten a trial. It’s so unfair! Draco thought helplessly, not for the first time.
Draco couldn’t help but be somewhat grateful, however, that he and his Mother has fared a bit better than Lucius. Narcissa was under house arrest until further notice and he was at least allowed to go back to Hogwarts for his final year, which brings us back to why Draco was oh-so not excited.
He couldn’t help but dread going back to Hogwarts. He knew that no one would want to be near him, let alone speak to him civilly. Everyone believed him to have been a full-fledged Death Eater and that he had gotten off much too easily. The worst thing was, some days he believed it too. Not that he had been a true Death Eater, of course, but that he had not been punished nearly enough as he should have. However, he considered himself to be too much of a coward to actually suggest to anyone that he had not been thoroughly punished.
Draco now stood in front of the mirror in his room, looking at his reflection one final time before going downstairs to say goodbye to his Mother. He saw only a shell of his former self-reflected back. He was thinner than usual and his usually pale skin looked more sickly than elegant. His hair was no longer gelled back, but hung loosely around his face, having allowed it to grow slightly longer than before. His robes, though still elegant, were not as nice as they could have been, but he couldn’t find it in himself to really care.
He took one final breath before turning on his heel and stalking out of the room to find Narcissa. He found her waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs and he walked with her to the apparition point in the garden in complete silence. Once they made it to the garden, he finally turned to face his Mother, not knowing exactly what to say.
“I’ll write you often,” He said lamely.
“You better Draco Malfoy,” She said, tears shimmering in her pale blue eyes.
“There’s no need for that Mother,” He said quietly, wiping a fallen tear off Narcissa’s cheek.”
“Just be safe,” She whispered as she hugged him tightly.
“I will.”Satisfied with the answer, Narcissa let her son go and watched as he disappeared, hoping with all of her heart that he would be alright… My one wish, Narcissa thought to herself as she walked back into Malfoy Manor, is that he is not totally alone… I just want him to have someone to trust or confide in…