Draco let himself in with his key as expected, because what use was making her or one of those elves come to the door when he had a perfectly useful key and might get the chance to surprise her. It would have been simple enough, too, if not for Astoria's cats - which Draco had spent some not so few hours dreaming up ingenious ways to murder. The Royal Pain was first, rushing into his legs, which wouldn't have been as bad on his own - but the damned Easton came in after him, and when that monstrosity rushed against a person it could very nearly knock them over.
"Scat!" Draco hissed at them, and then quieter to himself he added, "This might be why my father began carrying that cane."