Potter did not know to expect him,

Potter did not know to expect him, because Draco hadn’t bothered to send him any notice of his imminent visit. As a result, Draco couldn’t Apparate into Potter’s extensive wards, which stretched over the entire block where he lived—a reasonable precaution, Draco supposed, when you were the Wizarding World’s stupid bloody celebrity and all. So now, it was dark and misty outside, and Draco had to walk for a whole block.This night was ridiculous. Draco deliberately catalogued all of these annoyances to himself now, so that he could complain about them to Potter when he arrived. If that meant they had to prolong their meeting, then so be it.Potter deserved this intrusion tonight, anyway. Last week, Draco had been signing documents transferring a rather large sum of money to the local orphanage for children whose families had died in the war. Draco kept his donations anonymous, hating the idea that people would ask him about his motivations, or give him strange looks, or that the orphanage would reject the money because a former Death Eater sent it, or feel like they had an obligation to thank him for anything