Percy, on the other hand, was not to be going anywhere. It wasn't even something he would attempt. He didn't have the money to buy his way out of there, and the Minister was still under the assumption that he required help and treatment, believing what the therapists said.
He hadn't seen Draco for some time, and figured that he probably wouldn't again. Which he felt rather bad about. More than once he had walked past his door, but he hadn't knocked. Percy had his pride. Sometimes he had too much for his own good.
Looking up at the known, he frowned, uncertain as to who it might be. It wasn't as though he got many visitors. More like no visitors. It was probably a member of the staff. With a sigh, he pushed back from his desk and went to answer. Surprise registered when he saw Draco on the other side.