So what?
He took the bus to the Ministry. Period.
Yes, the bus. The muggle bus.
So what?
He enjoyed a bit of time between his home and work, just to relax. He would just look around and try to figure out what were the reasons each of the individuals in the bus took it every morning at quarter to eight.
Take that man with the hat over there. If he wore a hat it meant that he would walk before or after taking the bus and he would use the hat in case it rained or it was cold. As it was raining today and his hat was not wet it meant he walked quite a distance after he got off the bus. He was carrying a suitcase, which implied he took some of his work home. Papers, most probably, taking into account the width of the bag. It was made of good leather but quite used, which he assumed meant that he had been working quite a long time in the same job. Compared to the rest of the muggles in the bus, he was not checking his terephown –or whatever that gadget was called- and from what he had learned this meant he had not urgent matters to answer (he still couldn't understand how that object could send messages without physically flying like an owl). However, he normally took the time to speak quite pleasantly with middle aged woman in the bus, to whom he sometimes gave a small card.
Therefore, he decided the man worked in an office –and had done so for quite a long time- which was quite far from the bus stop where he got off, and whose paperwork was quite monotonous and didn't require constant updates or urgent messages. He decided he might be a marriage (or divorce) lawyer.
And so on and so on.
So what?
He was curious about muggles. Yes. But he was so past blood prejudices. Great Draco Lucius Malfoy, not caring about blood origins. Big surprise.
He didn't sit down. He never did. He was going to be sitting down for the next eight to ten hours of his day, so why bother sitting in the bus? Did muggles get more tired than wizards?
Please excuse this last question. The perks of a morning without coffee.
After ten minutes, he straightened his muggle clothing and pressed the stop button. He liked to walk at least three minutes, so he always got down the stop before the entrance of the Ministry. The doors opened and before him a woman with a eight year old kid got off. With all the dignity he could muster, he also got down.
Her friends still understand why she just didn't apparate.
So what?
They did not understand all the good memories that came back when she got on a public bus. She remembered going to school every day, waiting for four stops to go by. Her bag was so heavy she would always try to sit. Even if it was for one stop. Or half.
So what?
Yes, its true this made her arrive late some days (by late she meant two minutes before her time). Well, most of the days. She knew she should take the quarter to eight bus, but she almost always missed it. But she kept taking the bus. She just found it comforting.
As soon as her bottom was on the seat, she would just take out a book from her bag (it didn't matter which), and start devouring. She didn't notice if it rained, snowed or if it was foggy. She just read. Great Herminone Jane Granger, reading. Big surprise.
She sometimes forgot to press the stop button and she barely made it in time for the bus to stop, just like today. She quickly apologised for pushing some of the other occupants of the bus, mainly a man with a hat that was speaking to a woman animatedly, and she jumped off.
She was in front of the telephone cabin that took her directly to the Ministry. She entered and pressed the code.
Before going down, she thought she'd seen down the street a blond man she'd recognised. But she must have been mistaken.
So what did you think? It will go on a few chapters more!