He Could Start Over

Desperately trying to ignore the prickling he felt on his left forearm, Draco chewed his bottom lip firmly. The taste of salt filled his mouth, but he cared not. He was numb. Completely separated from the world. Already resigned to his grim fate. He had chosen the wrong friends. Joined the wrong army. Worshiped the wrong hero. (The trial of the Malfoys) Post Deathly Hallows