He never wanted this

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Draco never wanted the ink that was embedded into the skin on his forearm. Yet it was still there, marking him, branding him as a Death Eater. Tying him to the Dark Lord.

It had been a few years since Voldemort was defeated, many Death Eaters had said they were just being controlled by the Dark lord and that they never wanted to do any of those things. No one believed them, it’s like a boy that cried wolf. Every time you say it, it becomes less believable, no matter how true it might be in reality.

Draco stopped trying to explain himself, he just let people think what they wanted to. All he could really do was try to move on with his life. Try to ignore the glances people gave him when he walked down Diagon Alley. Try to ignore the tattoo on his arm.

But eventually it became too much, so he did something he never thought he would. He went to the muggle world. He went somewhere where nobody knew him, where nobody would care.

The bell chimed above the door as he walked into a coffee shop, it was small, but nice, cozy. It wasn’t that busy, maybe two or three people inside other than himself and the woman that was working there.