That little smile made something in Dracos chest twinge. Something that he wasn't willing to examine. Stupid Potter and his stupid face.
"Didn't think Weasley controlled your dick anymore. Though I'm not surprised she's the jealous type." He had never known what Potter saw in her anyway. "I could write way better lies than whatever they're coming up with anyway. They have no flair, it's all just sex parties and heroics. Boring. Its like they don't even know you at all."
He was tempted to ask more about the giants and the dark arts, because that sounded actually interesting. But he was trying to shed the 'crazy dark arts'persona, so he held off.
"Somehow I doubt you're getting a whole lot of kicks." He rolled his eyes, but in a fond way. Potter never did anything fun. "Me, I'm living my best life. You know how it is." Hiding out in the manor. Making potions for idiots. Living the high life, he was.