Finale
Draco just could not help it. The Veela Prince had been so kind to him, and so helpful, and once he found out what had happened when he left it just left him...warm. The security that he had felt in the beginning with the Veela simply could not be replicated, and with Blaise besides him, watching carefully and finding no issues, Draco just relaxed. How could he not? The offer of safety in the Veela realm had taken him by surprise, but Draco would never say that he was not self serving, and so he had agreed. Blase'ly leaving everyone else to deal with the shit that had conspired. Blaise could handle himself, and Draco honestly was too tired of acting like the prim and proper everything, and watching his every step. He did not care anymore. There was a promise of safety, and his father had no idea where the Veela realm was, having never visited. Even if he did, there was no way that he was going to be able to do anything about it. Draco would have secured an extremely high match, and one that was unlikely to be disapproved of. He had power, prestige, and honor, and for once was more powerful than his father could ever hope to be. That was that.
He did feel almost bad at leaving his godfather to deal with the fall out, but the guilt did not stick to him entirely, and he found that he could not quite feel regret for his decisions. He liked minho, he enjoyed the Prince's company, and enjoyed his conversations. More than that, despite his bad interaction with the Veela realm, he did at times find it calming for the few moments beyond that he did have. Draco could not help but wonder what could have happened if he had refused the Prince's offer, and found himself grateful that he had not.
He had been offered the chance to stay. To finish his schooling, wrap things up among the wizarding world, but Draco felt no need to. his friends, he felt sorry for, but even they were more minions than friends, not true friends. Not like Potter had. So he did not bother. Blaise was welcome to visit anytime, something that had taken Draco a few months to come to terms with, but when Blaise showed up at winder solstace, he was grateful that he had extended the offer.
His father did not, in fact, manage to escape askaban. Not that Draco cared, but when years passed and Draco flourished under the realm of the Veela, and the careful attentions of his husband, the Prince, now King, Blaise informed him that his father died in Askaban. He had never escaped, never managed to try, and Draco found himself even more grateful that he had taken that leap and left the wizarding world.
He had thanked Fleur. While at first he had resented her, and even hated her, he understood where she had been coming from now, and could not find it within himself to hold onto the anger, so he had met with her, called her to him, and thanked her, throwing a celebration in her honor, after all, it was only because of her that he was where he was.
That he was happy. and safe.
He did not know about his godfather, and he did not care to know either. He cared for Severus, but the resentment as well simply was too much for him. Severus had watched everything, had cared little for it, and kept his mouth silent. Blaise, Draco's own age, had taken the leap and even resulted to muggle means to find a way to help him, offering his own memories even. Severus had done nothing of the sort but allow this...this injustice to continue. Draco was accepting now, more forgiving, but there was nothing that could make him forgive that.