The imposing front door swung open as Hermione approached it, a tall, blond figure standing just inside. For the first time in nearly three years, she laid eyes on Draco Malfoy, who was tossing and catching something small in his hand. His pale skin and hair were immediately recognizable, although he was quite a bit broader than the last time she had seen him and likely a few centimetres taller. His hair was cropped close at the sides, the top styled into gentle waves which framed his face much better than the slicked-back look he’d worn in school. Most surprising, perhaps, was the designer muggle clothing he wore, rather than wizarding robes. After the war, muggle clothing had become quite the fashion, particularly with the younger set, but many purebloods had not embraced the trend. Annoyingly, it suited him, tailored impeccably as it was to his frame. 