For once in his life, Draco felt like things were going exactly as planned. He had a decent job in the department he wanted to work in, and living in London was, while definitely not a permanent solution, a good distraction while the Manor was being revamped.
Of course, he was definitely looking for a promotion soon, since calling himself an intern didn't sound too fancy when he talked to the people in his life. That was why he was throwing himself into his work, staying late and taking on extra projects. He needed to prove himself.
One such evening, he was still sitting at his cubicle, long after the other interns had left, working on a report. Thankfully, he had always enjoyed writing essays in school, so this was a breeze. He still wore long sleeves, of course, but there was an ease to the way he worked that had never been there during his teenage years.
Footsteps echoed behind him and he paused, lifting his head from the paper, wondering who was still around at that hour.