This is what had bothered Draco Malfoy the most. The wondering of where the hero had gone had stopped, the speculation quickly hushed by all who personally knew him. Draco was unnerved by how little he ever heard Harry’s name, each year it becoming less and less until finally not all save on the anniversary of the war. So much had changed, for the better even, over so little time but it felt lacking in Draco’s opinion. As though the changes to their world were made in pursuit of praise from someone who would never return to give it. It made the small ache in Draco's chest grow year after year. 