Draco sat in a Muggle bar, just north of London, a small glass in his hand. The five years since Hogwarts hadn't been fun by any shot. Having narrowly escaped Azkaban at the age of 17, he had kept a fairly low profile in some circles, because even after the demise of the Dark Lord, and his Death Eaters, some people didn't want to be seen with the "Son of a Death Eater".

His Parents had moved to France, leaving Draco living in the large Manor they used to reside in in Whiltshire. Malfoy Manor never felt the same after it was used as the headquarters for the Death Eaters, during the second war. He spent as little time as he could in the Manor, preferring to spend his time observing people, both of the Wizarding and Muggle world alike.

He'd not heard much from his former classmates since their graduation from Hogwarts. The only person he talked to from Hogwarts was the portrait of his late Godfather, Severus Snape. Severus kept him up to date with the gossip that flitted around the Head Teachers Office at Hogwarts, currently being used by Minerva McGonagall, a stern woman who he'd never taken a liking to. Mainly because she only seemed to like the "Golden Trio" of Hogwarts, and not himself and his friends.

Oh how Draco loathed the "Golden Trio", Potty, The Weasel and Granger. Draco had many run-ins with Saint Potter, and his Ginger Weasel. Ever since that first day on the Hogwarts Express when He'd been snubbed by Potter in favour of Weasley things had always been sour between them.

Draco sighed, another thing in his life he regretted, that he couldn't make amends for. Although he'd never admit it. He owed Potter big time, and he wished they were on better terms. His Testimony had saved his family from Azkaban, after vouching for both Draco's loyalties and that of his mother.

The last that Draco heard was that Potter and Weasley had landed a job at the Ministry as Auror's. Typical Potter. With his stupid Gryffindor hero complex, with his stupid scar and fame. Draco growled inwardly, He wanted a good respectable job. He couldn't rely on the Malfoy fortune all his life, He'd have to find something to do shortly.

Draco grimaced as he drained the last of his glass and winced as the liquid burned in his throat. Muggle liquor wasn't the same as Wizard liquor, but some things did come quite close to the satisfying burn of Firewhiskey.

"Need another one love?" the busty barmaid asked, pulling Draco away from his own thoughts.

"Erm" he said, running his fingers through his platinum locks. "I shouldn't really…."

"Well you've had three already" she chuckled nodding to the glasses beside Draco.

"I suppose one more won't hurt then" he drawled, a slight smirk of annoyance gracing his lips. "One but- One bottle of beer"

"One bottle of beer…. What?"

"One bottle of beer perlease" Draco scowled snatching the bottle from her and throwing some coins down and sitting on the other end of the bar.

Something on the bar caught Draco's eye, someone familiar on the front of the local paper. The man on the front had was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. Draco frowned, the face seemed familiar but he couldn't picture who the person reminded him of. The Headline on the paper intrigued him so he decided to investigate further into the paper and almost fell off his chair in shock. When a pair of vivid green eyes leapt of the page and sobered him instantly.

"You okay sweetie?" The barmaid smiled noticing Draco's already pale skin greying as he read the article. "You look like you've seen a ghost"

"I'm fine" Draco dismissed, "Is this today's paper?"

"Yes" she said, before noticing the page Draco was staring at. "Oh he's gorgeous, isn't he?"

"Who?"

"That James Evans, the one who's opened that school." She answered, "Private, they said, but it's free. Something about giving some kids the best start. Quite sweet really. He's only in his early twenties too." She started wiping at the bar around where Draco was sitting. "I wish I could bag a guy like that" she added as somewhat of an afterthought.

"Where's the school?" Draco questioned.

"Not too far from here" she said, flipping her cloth over her shoulder. "Why do you ask?"

"It seems a good cause." Draco shrugged, draining his long forgotten beer. "I'd like to pay this James Evans a visit" he smirked to himself walking proudly out of the bar, finding a quiet spot near by he apparated back to the Manor.