"Not exactly," Draco responded, eyes dropped to the glass he was twirling back and forth in his hands. "Ron's coming." He raised his gaze in time to watch Potter's brows shoot up, disappearing into his hair. This time, he didn't fight the smirk that broke out on his face. Him calling Weasley by his fist name was, objectively, amusing. Though, based on the look Theo was wearing, it was also very concerning. Which, honestly, was fair. These men weren't dumb. They knew something was going on.