Potter was stood talking to Weasley;  Weasley  wore the Auror’s uniform, though the dark blue lapels on his shoulders identified him as a senior trainee. Harry wore the same trousers, but his outer robe was nowhere to be seen. He looked significantly better than the last time Draco had seen him - the dark circles were gone, and his hair didn’t look like someone had just taken a blunt pair of scissors to it. His arms were crossed over his chest, his sleeves rolled up, and Draco could just see the tensed muscles of his forearm. He should have gone into professional Quidditch - he still had the seeker physique he’d had while they were in school. Not overly tall with a lean quality to his musculature. Draco doubted he’d have been able to compete against him on a broom anymore - he was too tall and too heavy.