Draco wrinkled his nose. "You seriously thought I would do that to you?" he commented lightly, laughing in response. "Hardly. I've no romantic interest in Pansy. We're good friends, but well...as of right now, I don't think we'll be very good friends. I told her off, actually. I think it might be some of your Gryffindor influence doing that to me, much as it pains me to admit." He smirked. "She came pleading to me over the journals to bid for her because Goyle is thinking of doing it, not that I can blame her for that one. But when she found out about us, she'd run straight to my parents. So I essentially told her to fuck off, in the most polite terms, of course." Draco grinned wickedly. "You don't disrespect me and then have me treat you like you're human. It just doesn't work that."
He took a sip of his coffee, lifting a brow slowly. "But we don't have to say that bit to your brothers now, otherwise they'll never believe our cover story." He flashed her a charming grin again. "I'd like that a lot, actually." An open invitation to the Burrow. Well, something good had come from this--and after that thought crossed his head, Draco knew just how much his world had opened up in recent months.