"Hmm. Let's see. Well, Witch Weekly will say this is proof of our sordid love affair. Depending on how charitable they're feeling I'm either leading you down the path of sin or you're trying to redeem me with your dick. Maybe both, if they're bored enough. There would have to be a subsection about how hot it is when you swear too. You know, for the ladies."
Draco hadn't necessarily meant to say all that, but the whiskey was good and it was always easy to talk to Potter. He felt slightly panicked that he'd gone too far, but figured at this point he'd better go all in and be able to laugh it off as a joke later.
"The Prophet would say I had you under the imperious, or maybe that you had been brainwashed by my sex/death/sexy death cult. Or that I poisoned your wine. Or maybe, if they were pissed at you, that you'd decided to rebel and spending time with me was your way of getting back at the wizarding world or some shite."