It had been a while since Draco had been to a party. More than a while, honestly. He legitimately couldn't remember the last one, and that was a realization he didn't particularly need right now. Every day he spent here was one more nail in the coffin of his old life. He'd cut himself off so thoroughly from everyone and everything... If it hadn't been for Theo he might have spent the last five hears as a complete and total hermit. In fact, the closest thing to a social gathering had attended since Azkaban were those yearly memorials, and he only went to those to see Harry.
Speaking of Harry, he knew the man had to be around here somewhere, and if he was going to suffer through this Gryffindor nightmare of a social occasion then Harry was going to suffer it with him. Maybe they could even try out that 'holding hands' thing.
He spotted Weasleys red hair through the crowd, and where there was a Weasley there was sure to be a Potter. But Weasley was alone. Draco almost turned around and walked away, but they'd already made eye contact and he should probably try to be nice to Harry's best friend.
"Hello Weasley. I see you're Potter and Grangerless?"