"Now, are you sure you don't want to stay for a little longer?" Pansy took Draco's empty coffee cup, and smoothed his hair over. "You don't have to be at work for another two hours!"
"I need to go back to mine and get some stuff anyway," Draco hugged Pansy tightly, and kissed her forehead tenderly, "I don't think I'm going to sleep over anyway," he sighed.
"Don't let the Golden Boy get you down, Draco," Blaise called from the kitchen, with a mouthful of food.
"You did really well last night, Draco. I'm proud of you," Pansy squeezed Draco's arm, and saw him Apparate off to start his day.
Draco's bedroom was messier than he remembered, and it took him ten minutes to find a gaudy folder that Harry insisted that he owned. "Such poor taste," he scoffed, running his hand over a velvet flower swirl, "he's doing this to mock me, I swear it." He managed to scrounge up a few spare sheets of A4 paper, as it was easier and cheaper than true parchment, and a spare inkwell, and shoved them into his over-the-shoulder leather bag. He always found that ball-point pens- or even fountain pens- worked better, but no! The Ministry would have to order those from Muggle and Squid suppliers, and that cost time.
Draco peered into the bathroom mirror quickly, and glanced at his gaunt, translucent features. He made a non-commital sound, and Apparated to the Ministry.