Draco ran a hand down the front of his black suit and shrugged one shoulder before plucking up another drink himself. "Do we care, for some new reason? He had a fit of apathy for the summer confinement, maybe." But Draco wasn't sorry he'd invited Nott. At the very least, sometimes Nott was amusing.
"I'm glad that you could make it, though." And oddly enough, Draco found that that was true. At least with his housemates and the pettiness of their social functions to worry about, he couldn't think about other, more important, things.