Greg was first struck at how good Draco looked, polished and sophisticated like he always had. And there was something so incredibly reassuring about that impression; memories flooded back to Greg from their early days of hanging about together, meeting at the Malfoy Manor formally at first to then go off and fly on brooms or play with exploding snaps or cards. Greg moved forward into the hall, and paused, as he watched Draco close the door. He felt his face must be an open book; Greg looked at Draco with a pleased, welcoming look. It wasn't what he'd expected at all, and he extended his hand to Draco, and found himself repeating his friend's name with a tone that expressed that pleasure of seeing an old friend.
"Draco," he said as his mouth formed a smirk, and he stepped forward, "Merlin, it's good to see you! You are a sight for the eyes!" he said, still in awe of how good his old friend looked. Gone were those resentful memories and thoughts about what Draco had done, at least for the present. Instead, it felt like the old days, in some small way, the days when both were from the privileged class. And Draco accepted his hand, and Greg shook it soundly, his grin breaking into a broader smile of pleasure.
Before Greg could stop himself, he was hugging his old friend, his hand patting the back of Draco in enthusiasm, and he let go, to step back, "Look at you! Just look at you! Merlin, you don't change a lick! It's like the school! Have you been to the school lately?! It's just beautiful, Draco, beautiful," Greg added as he followed Draco into a very plush living room.