That giddy grin went back to Draco's features, and even though it was so un-characteristic of a Malfoy to just outright grin like that, Draco really couldn't care. This whole situation was so uncharacteristic of him, that no rules that he understood could be applied here. Shifting a little on the sofa, Draco's food was still untouched as the blonde turned his attention firmly onto the other beside him.
"You may very well fancy me?" repeated Draco, putting emphasis on the may. The blonde frowned, not quite sure how to proceed. "I, um..." Draco stammered briefly. "I don't know of any other way to say this, so I'll just be blunt, and fuck whatever consequences might follow. Would you...well, interested in finding out if you do really fancy me? I, um..." Draco flushed again, then looked away. So maybe he wasn't being as blunt as he'd set out to be in the first place, but hearing that Justin might fancy him had just set his emotions off and had caused his nerves to start attacking him everywhere. "Would you, erm...want to...get to know each other better, maybe?" What a bloody brilliant line. Draco had been trained for this, but he'd never really been trained for asking someone he truly fancied. Pureblood marriages, after all, were rarely formed out of love for the other party involved--at least at first. That was familiar; this, simply put, wasn't.