Draco wrinkled his nose, following Blaise absently into the quidditch store. "That sort of soppy romantic nonsense?" he muttered darkly, shaking his head. "I'm rubbish at that stuff."
He glanced over at Blaise warily, watching his friend skeptically. "And I didn't go all soppy on you about that stuff, either, Blaise. You should be proud of me, actually." Here, Draco tilted his chin up arrogantly.