He tries with great dedication not to seem afraid when, instead of finding himself back in the Great Hall of Hogwarts with his parents, who are at least willing to neither ignore him nor shoot him dirty looks, as he had hoped, he is instead in an entirely unfamiliar place, but not being yet perfect with his Apparition and considering the little fact that that prat Harry Potter still has his wand, it doesn't entirely work. Still: he draws himself up and arranges his features into a typical expression of distaste and assumed superiority. Being surrounded by people who know who he is clearly hasn't been working out wonderfully lately, but strangers could hold some promise.
Pale almost to the point of looking sickly, especially recently, and with his light blond hair just slightly disheveled, Draco cuts a much less impressive figure than he would have hoped, even with the expensive robes and the unpleasant air of someone who will only accept that you're worth his time if you actively prove it to him. "Isn't there anyone here?" he complains, lip curling a bit and voice only trembling very slightly.
Typist: Draco Malfoy, from, of course, Harry Potter. Taken from almost immediately after the pre-epilogue end of Deathly Hallows.