Draco gazed up at him, instantly recognizing the voice. He stared hard at Potter a moment. Only a moment, but felt longer. It was just the person he had been hoping not to see. Well, least it wasn't one of the vampires or another muggle. "Fine," he relented with a shrug and a heavy sigh, gesturing to the opposite chair. He did mind of course, but there were no other seats as Potter had pointed at. Besides.. he'd be relieved to sit with someone from his world for a few moments. Even if that someone was a rival. Plus he felt like talking to him for a bit. He did tell Sirius he'd ask his godson a few things, so he'd hate to be a liar. And he was curious himself about Potter's thoughts. Though he'd been getting a good idea of those from the books, but now he wanted to hear it from the source.
Draco took a bite of the chicken, instantly surprised at the taste. It was very good! He took a bigger bite and it was probably apparent that it'd been a long time since he had a good meal. "So," Draco drawled, taking two fries into his mouth, "have these stupid muggle guests managed to piss you off yet? They make you want to fire off some hexes at them? If not.. they will soon enough. Should have seen the riffraff I had to deal with on the way here." Draco recalled one of the guests asking why he wasn't rolling around on the floor.. that was confusing, he'd never done that. Muggles could be so dumb. He took another bite, a bit more this time. "Bloody hell, this is good food! It's been too long."