He flushed lightly when Ginny started commenting about money being not an issue for him, and about their family being teased when they were growing up.
There were so many things he wanted to do, but they were all so different. One glance at Ginny...Draco at first thought he couldn't say what was on his mind. But he'd told her he was telling her whatever came to mind, and that was that. "Professional Quidditch," murmured Draco softly, giving her a solid stare in response. "I know it's unexpected of me, but the freedom that came with flying was nothing I'd ever experienced before. Plus, it's a chance to be competitive, and have no one look at you differently for it." He smiled wryly.
"Being good at potions is just something that came naturally to me. I don't have to try at it, really. Occlumency is something I mastered out of necessity of survival. But Quidditch was one thing that was mine to have, that really didn't have anything attached to it."