Draco instinctively made a face, pushing one hand back through his hair awkwardly; his cheeks were threatening to turn a bright shade of pink because he really did pride himself on generally not running into people like that. But apparently that wasn't meant to be.

"Admittedly," he murmured, still glancing away as he worked to fight off impending embarrassment, "You are a bit short."

Once he'd finally regained his composure, he dared to step back, giving the man (with the overly familiar voice) a wry smile in return. And immediately blinked, the smile faltering. "Oh," Draco said simply. He didn't need to ask if he was remembered or not; it was abundantly clear that was a no.

"Are you all right, at least?"