[Three things happened the day after his family's trial for their part in the second wizarding war. First of all, Lucius Malfoy decided to donate a lot of galleons to various charities to try and put the family name back in good graces. Secondly, Narcissa Malfoy decided to spend a lot of galleons to gut and redecorate the Manor after Voldemort's reign. And thirdly, Draco Malfoy decided to take a lot of galleons, pack a small knapsack and run like hell.
If anyone were to ask what caused Draco to run away from the Manor, the short answer would be that he needed a change. He couldn't stand the fact that his every move was now under the microscope, couldn't stand the articles in the Prophet, couldn't stand how he and his family now had to act like trained circus dogs. It was disgusting, and it hurt. The best solution he could think of was disappear…maybe make it so that Draco Malfoy never existed at all.
He'd made a lot of mistakes in his life, but probably one of the biggest was venturing out into the Muggle world not having a single clue what he was doing. It was stupid. So, so stupid. He'd have enough sense to convert some of the galleons to pounds, but beyond that he was so incredibly lost for the first couple of weeks. As he got used to it, he found that backpacking was actually sort of interesting, living off the land, seeing the sights. He'd gotten good at navigating Muggle London when he decided it was time to try and navigate Muggle France in early July.
It was late afternoon when he Apparated into a back alley, shifting his backpack and adjusting the sleeves of his shirt.
Coffee, Draco decided, was probably a good idea.
Walking down the sidewalk, not paying attention, and holding coffee that is inevitably going to be spilled on someone? Not so much of a good idea. He was so busy looking around that he wasn't paying attention to where he was going at all.]