Their arrival at the ministry was just as uncomfortable as Draco had envisioned.<br/>It made no sense for him to even attempt to hide who he was, knowing that his face was too well known, even with the long cascades of hair, which normally did a good job of hiding his face. He hadn’t actually returned to the ministry of magic since his sentencing, and had it not been for Harry standing right beside him, he would have likely just bolted.<br/>As he walked now though, he kept close to Harry, never losing sight of him for as much as a second, no matter how crowded it was, and just keep his face down; doing his best to ignore the whispers and stares that trailed behind them.<br/>He knew that it had to look like and it hadn’t been without reason that Draco had hidden away at the manor for so many years, knowing better than to ever think that he could be accepted in any part of the wizarding world.<br/>It was only really when the elevator doors shut tight behind himself and Harry, no one daring to enter the same elevator as the two of them, that Draco found himself releasing a breath that he had barely been aware that he was holding.