Draco Malfoy was weary and worn out from the war. He’d moved to New York and had opened a book store, titled Dragon’s Keep, specializing in rare and unique books that his customers couldn’t find elsewhere. Of course, there was also a room filled with classics, and a room for muggle books, but the main point of the store was the rare collector’s items Draco carefully scoured for.
He leaned on his counter, yawning, and sipped a cup of tea as the last of the customers browsed, only looking up from the Daily Prophet (ten sickles to fly in from England) when the door opened and he spotted a young man come into the shop.