Draco arched a brow, obviously not buying into that. He couldn't see his friends embracing his choice of lovers. It would be more like another wizarding war. He didn't underestimate them, and he wasn't sure he trusted their influence, if they had any. There was also the beginning of that word again - love. His lips pursed as it changed to like. That was what he wanted to hear.
Draco knew what it meant to have his name splattered all over the news. His family had been on trial in the public eye. The Wizengamot had let them slide away from the war, but the public had another opinion of the Malfoy's. Whatever the press had in store couldn't be worse than that disgrace, no matter what they had done to earn the court's forgiveness. "I don't really have anything more to lose," he admitted. "You have a lot more on the line. Your golden reputation for one, which I think you actually want to lose, so what is stopping us?"