Draco Malfoy

*Draco was walking through the halls of the ministry, sipping takeaway coffee. Tired and bored after the last days of late summer*. *There wasn't much to do at the DMLE, at least since he and Potter had captured all the dark wizards*. *He had cleaned up his image since the war against Voldemort, but still for many, even after 10 years, he remained "the former Death Eater"*. *Absorbed in his thoughts, he hadn't even noticed that someone had come up against him, tinting his shirt with coffee.*