Being rich was something the young Malfoy has always flaunted to his peers, or everyone around him in general. Truth to be told, money doesn't buy happiness, but boy doesn't it make life so much easier and way more interesting.

You did know Draco for a good portion of your life, you weren't exactly friends, but you were well acquainted over ministry events and some exclusive, official dinners mostly hosted by Lucius Malfoy, especially being the only child and heir to your respected family.

Exquisite trinkets, extravagant gifts and exclusive invites were never your style. You were the classic definition of classy, not the flashy type unlike a certain blonde.

Once again you met Draco at another formal event. You heard him earlier talking with a small group of youngsters like you, flaunting something like usual. You went out to the balcony for fresh air when you found him standing there, playing with a peculiar looking pocket watch.

Draco instantly looked up even though you didn't make much noise, sharp as usual. when he caught a glimpse of you, he grinned, closing his pocket watch. "Well if it isn't you following me around, come for a chat?"