Prologue

                                    

                                          
It has been five years since after the end of the Second Wizarding War, and the Malfoy heir found it ironic how he was expected to attend the fifth anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, remembering he was the one who let those foul Death Eaters entered the school. No doubt in his mind that the school would be full of bloody Gryffindors, not that he had a thing or two about the lot, and the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix. Normally, he would not mind their presence. Hell, he even became civil with Saint Potter, Granger, and the rest of the Weasley clan, but to be there where it all began, it was too much for him.
                          
It felt too much like his sixth year, when he was forced to do all the things he did not want to, but had to in order to keep his mother alive. He could not care any less about the son of a hippogriff that happened to be his father, but his mother meant the world to him. It was unfortunate that his mother happened to fell ill a few months after his father received the kiss that left him soul-less. His father might had been a bastard to him, but he supposed there was a time when the man showed what love was to his mother. He was always by his mother's side since she fell ill, taking care of her and nursing her back to health. It took both him and his mother a good amount of a year until his mother finally fought the grief she had felt, and slowly but surely became herself again.
                          
His mother then decided that it was time for her to rekindled her relationship with the only sister she had left, Andromeda. Andromeda was more than delighted to have her Cissa back in her life, and so Narcissa had been living with her sister ever since. Draco knew that it would do his mother good, living with his aunt, away from the Manor and whatever nightmare it hid behind its walls. He was happy to see that his mother found a light between the darkness that surrounded her. With his mother rekindling her relationship with her sister, it was only natural for Draco himself to put on an effort to be on good terms with his remaining living family.
                          
He had been on his own since then, barely twenty and already losing so much. With the inheritance his father left him in the family vault, he started a clean slate in the muggle world. He started his own business, developing muggle appropriate healing potions, and making gold out of them. He frequented his schoolmates, his mother, and family from time to time, but that was about it. He had always been alone ever since.
                          
He wandered around London, not wanting to go near the majestic castle and the dreamlike village that was a walking distance from the castle, and found himself walking into a small bar that he had never been to before. The bar was nowhere near a full house, and that was exactly what he needed at the time. He sat on a table with a good distant from whomever was occupying the bar. The pianist was decent enough, much to his surprise, and he found himself thinking the place was not too shabby to get wasted. He was readying himself to drink his sorrow away and forgetting the damned 2nd of May when he set his eyes on the most breathtaking person passing through his table. Little did he know that his life was about to take a turn led by the stars above.