"I'll take your word for it," Draco said with a grin. He liked seeing this place through Harry's eyes. If he'd come here alone, or with one of his friends, he might have just turned tail and left. But there was something almost magical about the lights and sounds and rhythms that was intriguing. He wondered how much of this could be incorporated into the club back at Hogwarts.
"I'm the possessive type," he corrected, nipping fondly at Harry's jaw. "I don't need to be jealous, because I know that no one could take you from me. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to let everyone here know that we came together, and we're leaving together too."
He almost said something mean about Weasley's, but he stopped himself. Ron had been growing on him, and he was Harry's best friend. He could be nice. Or, he could try to be nice.
"He has his moments," he said instead, which was true. Ron wasn't tragic looking.