"Potter and I..." He shrugged a little helplessly. "I guess we understand each other. And my Mother saved his life. I don't think that good will extends to Granger. Not that I've really seen her since the trails were over. But I guess I can talk to her. It is a good cause, she'd be stupid to not at least listen."
He nodded along as Theo outlined his plan, but snorted when he classified his father as simply 'flashier'.
"It's easy to hate us. We were prominent, we did some horrible shit, and then we got off Scott free. Or at least that's what most people thing. I don't even really blame them. As far as they know my father was Voldemorts confidante and got out of Azkaban by selling out the people he claimed to be loyal too. But it doesn't matter. You talk to them, and I'll stand behind you and attempt to not get in the way."
Draco leaned over and nudged Theo's shoulder with his own.
"Mate, do you not remember what I'm like when I get a project I'm interested in? I can see it now, we'll stumble out that house one day, blinded by sunlight, and realize three weeks have passed without us even noticing. Unless Pansy sends a House elf to yell at us first."