Draco was dragged around the room by Leander, a very talkative youth that reminded him far too much of Theo Nott in their days in the Slytherin common room. And despite the fact that Draco could hear the nagging voice of Hermione in the back of his mind, he was comfortable, dare he say, having a good time, as he was introduced to some of the most prolific men in the city. It was like slipping back into a well-worn pair of shoes, laughing and joking over drinks. Draco was acutely acquainted with the pureblood social circle with its freely given mutual respect, its polite, well-educated questions and the mannerisms in which the men carried themselves with. Hours later, Draco left in a stellar mood, giving handshakes to Leander and the others, and a nod to the King, who lifted his drink from across the room, toasting him. 