His head inclined slowly in recognition to Blaise's words. "Maybe she has made me soft," murmured Draco lightly, his gaze going distant for a moment. "Is that such a bad thing, now that the bloody war is over?" He sighed, accepting the coffee that was delivered to him when the waitress came back. Settling back into a comfortable position once she left, Draco returned his gaze back to Blaise once more.
"I'll let her know, but I also think there may have been more to her outburst then what she let out. Gryffindors and redheads spark easily, but there's always something deeper as to why they actually flame." Draco grinned, recalling all of his interactions with Potter growing up. The git had always been easy to fight back, but underneath that harsh exterior, there was always some deeper reason why he lashed out in the first place, usually not involving Draco. He just knew how to catch Potter at the most...opportune times, as he thought Blaise caught Ginny last night.
"Not only are you perhaps what they would call a best friend, Blaise, you also know my dark secret about my past. It would be highly dangerous for me not to be on good terms with someone like yourself, in such a powerful position as you are now," commented Draco teasingly, chuckling a little. "I still can't believe how easily swayed I was that weekend we spent together. It...was like I wasn't really myself, how...submissive I was to you." Draco shivered a little just at the pleasant memories, deciding that a more neutral topic was better for right now.