The decor of the White House reminded Draco of a few of the newer Manors of pureblood families.  It was stately and clearly historical.  He could almost feel the weight of its history as he walked the halls.  Hermione’s complicated feelings about her father’s position as President were making more sense.  They hadn’t talked about it much, mostly because she didn’t seem interested in doing so, but Draco had picked up on the pressure being the President’s daughter gave her.  One could even argue it was more weighty than being Harry Potter’s best friend.