What Happens Now?

Life after the war was pretty difficult for Draco. No one wanted to hire a Death Eater, his father was in Azkaban, and every Quidditch team he'd tried out for since the start of the season had turned him away, sniggering behind their hands. Until Puddlemere. (Before anyone comes for me in the comments this is a Drarry fic too. You have been suitably warned)