Had he been more detached, Draco would have marveled at how such a simple comment would cause him to change his entire mood. As it was, he was simply appreciative at the quick elevation.
"No one so horrible as Kingsley or Merlin forbid, Potter," he chuckled. "Still, she was crass enough to say the words out loud in Madam Malkin's."
At her commentary regarding his gala, his eyes glittered and his eyebrows rose slightly in amusement. Whyever indeed. Not that she couldn't figure it out herself. In fact, he relied on it.
"Ahh, I could have the perfect hostess, which I seem to be lacking." He chuckled, "I imagine I'll simply have to ensure I make the rounds of all the appropriately influential beautiful witches, won't I?"
He wondered about her event, but he had spoken the truth. First he had to get past his.