When Draco had received the memo from the Minister himself, he had stopped his evening session of training and decided that now would be a brilliant time to have a personal chat with the Minister himself. He automatically assumed Death Eaters, which was a logical assumption, but Draco was never one to jump to that sort of conclusion first off, and he most certainly was never one to automatically inform anyone about this assumption until he had solid proof that this was the case. Especially, for that matter, as his immediate family was consisted of mostly former Death Eaters--well, current Death Eaters, in the minds of some of his relatives. Because apparently the death of the Dark Lord didn't necessarily mean an end to the rule of the Death Eaters, to them.
Regretting the fact that he hadn't pulled off showering first before coming to see the Minister, Draco decided that it didn't matter so much if he was in top form to see the man. It was quite obvious that Draco had been training--he was wearing his Auror robes, after all, and his magical energy levels were a bit lower then they would normally be. Surely even the Minister would be able to tap into that kind of magic and see for himself what Draco had been up to at the Ministry that late in the evening.
Knocking cautiously on the Minister's office door, Draco waited to be addressed as was proper, and he mentally prepared himself for the conversation that he was about to have--with the Minister for Magic himself, no less.