Draco doesn't quite sweat under her gaze, and he valiantly resists the urge to pull a handkerchief out of his pocket and dab it over his forehead. He suspects that this is a feeling he'll have to learn to live with, as he attempts to integrate back into a society that will watch for every mistake and listen to his every word. Anything less than perfect might just land him on the wrong side of another person's temper.

"Lucky for you, Professor Granger," Draco says, nothing more than a wry smile on his face, "I'm only here to teach students how to read the stars." That is to say, he'd prefer little to no trouble either — nothing outside what to expect from a castle full of teenagers. Perhaps some friction with his colleagues, but that can always be smoothed over through exposure to good behavior.

Speaking of which — "I only know a handful of our esteemed colleagues," Draco says, grey eyes flitting towards the familiar face of the Herbology professor, another ghost of his past that he must face head-on, as well as a couple of other faces in the crowd, "I would be... extremely thankful if you would care to introduce me."

It was possibly the least excruciating situation Draco could think of throwing himself into, while having to meet the eyes of old and new acquaintances that may or may not recognize him. It would signify his and Granger's effort in maintaining careful civility, at least, if she agrees.