"The Draco Malfoy you know," Draco began with an arch look. "Is still very much working on changing his circumstances. In fact, I've been working on it for quite some time. It's just a matter of patience." Just three more months and everything should be ready. That is, if things worked out as they should this time. Only time would tell.
Not bothering to elaborate, Draco returned Blaise's smirk with one of his own. "Please, Zabini. I'm not so delusional as to think anyone wants a maudlin Malfoy." He glanced back at the manor, the lights in the windows glowing in the night. Draco wasn't sure he'd want to leave at all if he went back inside so he said, "If you don't mind, I'd rather just leave from here. Easier to apparate outdoors anyway."