Since when in the world did Pansy care about love? Some part of Draco really wanted to meet this bloke of hers in Paris, and he knew he never could because of whatever she had to say. He frowned for a moment, but didn't let more than that show publicly. Somehow, he believed her story, yet there was still that underlying suspicion.
Pansy had asked too many questions straight away about Ginny, after all. He could see her asking about him, and how he was holding up with her, but rarely had Pansy questioned about other birds, especially ones like the Weaselette, before. Something just didn't sit right with Draco, but he wasn't about to question his best friend on it. He doubted he'd get answers, anyway. "Well, then, how about we go back in there to Blaise and have a few moments with him, if he's still there and not horribly bored because we're out here sharing secrets with each other?"