That one kiss had shattered the carefully constructed world that he lived in. He wanted more than anything to be with her and yet he knew that would be social suicide for him. He remembered what had happened to the Potters. Rumoured descendants of the Peverell brother’s and yet what did James Potter end up as? A mere Auror. He was asked to resign form the wizengamot, unable to make policy or affect any real change. He was a stupid glorified solider. Draco was being raised to be so much more than just that. Potter like his daft father wanted the same stupid future. To be so limited in his vision with the power he held, nothing was a greater crime.