The lack of answer to his text only confirmed what Draco already knew for a fact. Harry didn't want to see him. It was only understandable, but the realisation still stung. It was all his own fault, no matter how much Pansy wanted to take the blame, so he would just have to deal with things as they were.<br/>Draco grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray that waiters were bringing aroind the room, and downed it a little quicker than he maybe should have. He was just going to have to go through the night, completely avoiding Harry, which was going to be difficult, seeing as he still didn't know who he was.<br/>He was pulled out of his emotional turmoil by a familiar voice close to his ear.<br/>"Draco m'boy. Long time, no see," said Horace Slughorn, an old friend of his father. Draco mustered a polite smile, as he exchanged his empty champagne flute for a full one.<br/>"Good to see you Horace," he said, and he almost meant it. Slughorn was nice, in smaller doses. He did tend to become a little much, once you had spent too much time with him. Luckily, Draco hadn't attended a lot of his father's arrangements lately, so he was well-equipped for dealing with Slughorn.<br/>"How are you m'boy?" Slughorn asked, and Draco went into a prepared speech about his life in Paris and at the hospital. Slughorn nodded politely at the right places, but he obviously had his own agenda, so Draco cut his speech short.<br/>"Good to hear, good to hear," Slughorn said, and it almost sounded sincere. "If you don't mind, then I have someone I'd like to introduce you to." This was usually an excuse for Slughorn to brag about the people he knew, but Draco found that he didn't mind. "An excellent officer really. And a woman too, which is most impressive." Slughorn always said things like that, thinking that it was a compliment, it wasn't.<br/>"Well, lead the way Horace."