It was freezing out or at least it only sort of felt cold. A man rested himself against a wall. Disheveled blonde hair fell into his face. Another night of drowning out his traumas in alcohol. He was shunned by the Wizarding World and a complete stranger in the muggle world. He stumbled a few steps farther before sitting down. His head was swimming and there was a dull throbbing in his head. He gripped his head as he tried to center himself before attempting to walk back to his apartment. His small rundown apartment.
Wizard money had no claim in the muggle world and even if it did Gringots had frozen all his family's assets after the war. No one wanted to have even the slightest association to Voldermort. Even if in the end he had stood up against Voldermort. That didn't change people's mind. They didn't care. They assigned him a new reputation anyway.
He still had a few friends, but they didn't talk to him much. So here he is. Sitting in an alley contemplating his life and his decisions. He watches people walk past and he observes them. When a well-dressed woman seemed to stop and do a double take. "...Draco?" She asked in an amazed silence. He stared beyond her until slowly looking up. Her voice was so familiar, so comforting. His eyes widened slowly and a tearful smile broke in his lips. "Hermione?"
He wondered if this was another one of his drunken hallucinations, but in that moment. He didn't care. He was too happy to see her again. The girl, no woman he had been pining for since childhood yet couldn't seem to reach her. Like someone staring at the night sky. His father had been no help. His hatred for the muggles taught Draco how to lash out, and for that his entire future had changed. He realized that now. She lent him her arm to which he held unto her close as she lead him through the winding streets but he would just stop to gaze at her, knowing that it all might be a dream. Eventually they came to a pub and in a back room Hermione used floo powder to apparate them to a safe place.