Never had Draco thought that he of all people would end up in the wrong place through the floo network. Last time he had even considered the possibility was when he was just a child, standing for the fist time alone in the fireplace with the floo powder in his tiny hand.
Yet here he found himself on a wonderful summer day, last year of Hogwarts just around the corner, and stuck smack in the middle of the street, surrounded by busy muggles. Obviously he was trying to find the fastest way back to the wizard society, but it turns out the muggles can be very detracting. While he was happy no one really paid any attention to his embarrassing lack of knowledge about his whereabouts, he was quite grumpy over the whole situation. One elderly woman had stopped to point out that while she appreciated people who dressed sharply, she feared he would have a heat stroke if he didn't change his suit into something lighter.
She obviously didn't know the status that rushed through Draco's blood, and th