Draco picked Shadow up and let him nuzzle into his chin. "That’s enough life saving antics from you Shadow, time to just live." There were no more hard choices to make. No more threats of death if he chose wrong. The dark mark on his arm would fade in time, a subtle reminder to the life he almost lost. Hermione was his forever - something Draco would always find difficult to comprehend. Somehow, he never dreamed of deserving such a wonderful, cerebral, brave and fearless witch but their souls were already one. The shattered piece inside him that was broken from the extremities fate had delivered him were healed over. Hermione was his reason for existence, throughout the year they had healed each other from the wounds this war had induced and they had reached the light at the end of the long, treacherous tunnel. His father had some making up to do and of course there was the fact that he was an escaped convict but Draco assumed that with a word from Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, Lucius Malfoy might find himself back in Draco’s life after all. The biggest worry would be how long he stayed considering his lifeline was dead but Draco decided that today was not a day for worries. Today was a day to celebrate the defeat of the Dark Lord. 