So, this is my 2nd chapter. Hope you like it! Thanks to all who have followed this story already. I was quite taken aback when I got out of bed this morning to see that! Thanks!

Chapter 2: Not Welcome Here

He looked at himself in the mirror. Looking good, he thought to himself as he smoothed down his crisp white shirt. He pulled on his jacket, took one last look at himself, smirked, walked out of Malfoy Manor and apparated.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco found he liked to walk around Muggle London, as these people did not know who he was or what family he came from. Unfortunately, after the Battle, those of the good side had not shown him any kindness. This bothered him, his mother had effectively saved Harry Potter's life and he tried to stay as far removed from the fighting as possible. He had lost friends and the man who was like a second father to him, Severus Snape. Everyone had lost, and whilst the good side had gained a world in which they could live in fear, Malfoy did not have the same luck. He hated that he still saw things as good and evil, and hated that he put himself with the evil, but it's what everyone else in the wizarding world was doing, so why should he be any different?

He was thinking deeply about the Battle (as he always seemed to do now) when he felt a frisson of electricity run through him. He looked up and saw that he was standing outside the Leaky Cauldron, and he could feel the magic in the air. He hadn't even realised where his feet were taking him, and clearly he was drawn to one of the most magical places in London. Who was he to fight the obvious draw that he felt to go there? He pulled himself up and pushed open the door to the Leaky Cauldron.

"You and your sort aren't welcome here, Malfoy!" An older woman screeched. As soon as he had entered the tavern, it fell silent.

"Look, I don't mean any trouble. I just wanted to come in for a quick drink and I'll be on my way," Draco said, eyes on the ground. This is why he avoided magical places now. He felt like a shadow of the man he used to be.

"Mildred, let him be," the barman said. "What can I get you?"

"A double Firewhiskey please," Draco said, taking a seat at the bar. He didn't know the new barman, but he was glad for the kindness that he afforded to him. The barman poured his drink and gave it to him.

"So, you look like you've been through the mill since the battle," the barman said, with a look on his face that Draco couldn't quite read.

"You can say that again," Draco said, quickly drinking his Firewhiskey. "Another one, please? I don't think it will ever matter what I do, people are always going to judge me based on my father's actions rather than my own."

"Well, prove them wrong, show them that you are different. We've all changed, and I think most of us for the better," the barman said. Draco finished his drink and sighed.

"Thanks for the advice, but I'm not holding out any hope," he said. He stood up and pulled his jacket back on. He looked over to the older woman that shouted at him as he entered.

"I've changed. I am not my father, nor do the connotations of the Malfoy name represent me. You don't know me, woman," he said, and walked out. The fresh air whisked around him, and he took a large breath and walked along the street. A young muggle woman walked past, looking him up and down. He put on his trademark smirk and let their eyes connect. He could see a blush entering the woman's cheeks while her eyes fluttered to the ground. She was pretty, he thought, but it wasn't the right time. He had business to attend to. That was until he walked past a small coffee shop not too far along from the Leaky Cauldron. He noticed a girl sitting at the window with bushy brown hair talking to the barista that worked there. There was a book on her table and Malfoy recognised her instantly.

Granger.

This was going to be fun, he thought, walking into the coffee shop.

Oh I know it's a short one but the next chapter will be longer and (I'm sure) better! Please rate and review :)