Re: 9:46
Draco inclined his head towards her at her own greeting. When she complimented his own attire, he paused a moment, going over his possible responses before saying anything. His instinctive response, given the culprit was a Weasley. Then, unbidden, the fact she was still a pureblood filtered through and he wanted to admit how wretched he thought it was.
"Thank you, however I find it is not my attire of choice." He was respectful in his denial. He wondered how she would accept or reject his civility. The thought amused him and helped him maintain it now. "It was quite the evening. Did you find any art that you fancied?"
Small talk was horrible, but necessary. He had a very intimate love-hate relationship with it. A comforting friend with whom he was far too well acquainted.
"It is quite the interesting evening. I don't think I've ever been surrounded by this many Muggles except at King's Cross."
Perhaps treating her as a proper pureblood would backfire on him. Though if she expected him to not mention their differences, well, she thought too much of him. Not that he meant to offend. He merely wanted to express --