Draco turned his head to look down the other end of the tube, fingers still softly drumming on the pole, as he watched more people. This was when he spotted a familiar face, or at least he thought it was a familiar face. He hadn't seen Harry Potter since they graduated, but the scar made him quite recognisable, so he felt fairly certain. He hadn't even known that Harry lived in London, but it made sense. It wasn't the first time he had run into old classmates around London after all, so it shouldn't be that surprising to him.<br/>After considering for a moment, Draco decided to go say hi. He felt certain enough about it being his former classmate to do it, and if it wasn't then he would just have to apologise. It was no big deal.<br/>He let go of the pole, and went to approach the man, trying to look at approachable as humanly possible.<br/>"Excuse me," he said in a soft voice, when he was standing in front of the man, while still keeping an appropriate distance to him. "You're Harry Potter, right? I'm not sure if you remember me, we used to go to school together," he said with a shrug. After all, it had been a while since they graduated, so he couldn't really blame Harry for not remembering him.