Talking history with a Gryffindor. There was no doubt that meddling Granger was intelligent, but Draco had no desire to sit around and chit chat about bloody history with her. She didn't seem particularly interested in the rise of Pureblood supremacy, although she might find joy in their fall.
"Yes, the entire floor is mine," Draco said. "It's only ever been one flat, and I couldn't stand living in a shoe box flat like Pansy's. She seems to find it rather quaint, which translates into too bloody small in my mind." He listened to Zabini talk about his boats and Draco quirked an eyebrow. "How many is that now? Three? Four?"