Draco still wasn't sure about Harry's ability to manipulate, but he couldn't say that the thought didn't intrigue him. He wasn't sure that Potter could manage his level of deception, at least when he wanted to. There was no need to use that particular talent now, but it was possible that they could be a fair match.
Draco's hands were in his pockets, giving him this pose, not unlike a model's. "I know you were waiting," he said, twitching his eyebrows in return, not one to back down. "What would Ms. Weasley say if she knew that?" He had noticed that Harry didn't mention the girl too much, but he hadn't really spoken of Pansy either.
"Let's go spend that money then, and then," he looked over at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, "that." He wondered if the brother was willing to accept him, although the thought of them being welcoming at all would horrify his father. Draco had always wanted to play, but had to hold back for his family's ideals. When the other kids had fun, Draco wasn't allowed to smile. "Come on then. Don't just stare at me in awe."