"Do we have to talk about Potter?" Draco made a face,but then shrugged one shoulder tightly, as if it hurt him to admit it. "I've never thought he had much of a chance before, but he's managed to do alright." He felt a bit ill for a moment, after he'd said it, and tried to go on.
Draco thought about her suggestion for a moment, and then slowly nodded as if he could agree to the terms. "I demand that you not do a bloody thing to help, either way." He started, pulling a lordly voice very much like his father out from something deep in his stomach. "Is that clear?"