Draco Malfoy walked through the streets of Diagon Alley, his head raised high in pride. People congratulated him as he walked past, and he nodded, with a smug smile in reply. A familar voice greeted him.

"Congrats on making minister of magic..Malfoy"

Draco's head turned to the owner of the voice.

"Why thank you..Harry..." his eyes gleamed with hate.

Harry narrowed his eyes a little. "Err... so are you coming to the reunion this evening?"

Draco perked a brow. "Yes, actually...I'm assuming you are?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, and looking forward to it very much. I can't believe its been five whole years..."

Draco nodded absently, and his gaze fell apon a woman, who looked faintly familar. Harry glanced over to see what he was looking at, and immediatley recognized the woman, his eyes brightening.

"Well, see you tonight" Harry said quickly. He dashed over to the woman, and gently tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around, her face lighting up.

"Harry!" she exclaimed, hugging him.

"Belle! How've you been? I heard that you are now the editor of the Daily Prophet...thats so wonderful!"

Belle beamed, and nodded, "Yes, its been quite thrilling, actually." she brushed a golden curl from her eyes with a gloved hand. "How have YOU been?" she smiled.

Harry shrugged. "I've been alright, getting along just fine" he smiled, trying to seem cheerful.

Belle felt someone watching her, and glanced over Harry's head. There, she saw a man standing, watching her. She raised an eyebrow, examining him. Then it clicked. "Is that ..Draco?" she said, motioning to the man.

Harry sighed, "Yep, the same old grump I'm afraid...been named minister of magic..who knew?"

Belle half smiled, her eyes meeting Draco's. He quickly looked away, walking into the Leaky Cauldron. Only moments later, Belle and Harry walked in, and taking a seat at a table next to him. Harry nodded a hello to Draco.

"Ello again", harry said flatly.

"A Pleasure..as always", Draco snarled in reply.

The thud of the door echoes through the tavern, and Draco's attention is turned to Hermione and Ron, who had just entered.

"Great...the filthy mudblood's back..", he grumbles.

Belle's eyes narrowed. "Really, Draco. You'd think you had might've grown up a little by now.."

Draco glared at her. "Oh, but I have..."

She rolled her eyes in response. "Doesn't seem that way.."

Hermione sits down next to Belle, Ron next to her. "Hello Hermione" Belle says calmly.

Draco scoffs. "I would think someone like you wouldn't associate with people such as this filthy mudblood..."

"What do you mean, 'someone like me'?" she snapped in reply.

"A..pureblood..." he snickered, getting up and leaving the tavern, his mind swirling with thoughts.