He was enjoying himself and she hated him. For years she had watched as Draco Malfoy stood around on the outsides of the influential circles and tried to make as few waves as possible. He seemed to have no ambition to improve his lot in life or his family's position in society. So different from the obnoxious prat who used to go on and on about how his father was an important man. The arrogance that always seemed to permeate his aura dissipated after the end of the war. Not that he ever seemed shy or weak. He just seemed different. His behavior in the woods was so similar to how he used to behave at Hogwarts that she could almost imagine they were back in school before the entire world changed.