"You don't think much around me, which is probably a good thing." He was happy about this new development. Jealousy was a familiar emotion, although his had sprang from his desire for a normal life, one that simply wanted to focus on the next quidditch match, or who he sat next to in class.
"No front page yet," Draco mumbled, but he didn't let go. "I don't know if I'm ready for that storm." He was, however, willing to risk it apparently. He wasn't entirely sure why, but better to get it over with. He pushed open the door to the Three Broomsticks.
"Do you want a butterbeer first, or do you want to head over to Diagon Alley on the floo and then London?" He faced the crowd and heads turned. As Draco had predicted, the uncertain eyes remained frozen on the pair. What they were seeing didn't make sense, especially for those who knew the boys from the media. Draco bristled a little bit, but he didn't back away.