Draco slid into the seat offered to him cautiously, then leaned forward so he made himself closer to Blaise in the long run. "You don't owe anything, Blaise. I do. An apology for my behavior last night," Draco stated bluntly. Well. He wasn't the best at apologies, and he was always blunt whenever one was expected from him. Blaise should know that, too.
"I was rude, and a jealous git. You invited Weasleys without your fellow Slytherin to a Quidditch match. Of course I was bloody upset." Draco sighed quietly. "That's no excuse for how I treated you last night, though." The blonde hesitated, uncertain as to just how to continue. There was so much he could say, and so much he couldn't, right now.