To be honest, Draco was just slightly taken aback by the promptness of Luna's response. Not that he wasn't grateful to have Luna turn out to be such a cheap friend, but it was still surprising. After all, she had been friends with Potter at school. Oh well, she hadn't been brainwashed into living out some set of ideals like the Gryffindors. That was probably it. Still, better to keep talking as if it was all for Potter, just in case. Draco had been paranoid for most of his life. In some ways, growing up in the Malfoy Manor was like being in Hell, because they really were out to get you.

"Well, I'm helping Harry out right now, and I wouldn't mind helping you out as well." Helping. That was a good way to put it. "It really isn't a problem. You may have heard about some financial problems I've had in that rag, the Daily Prophet," that's right, slam her competitors, "But I've sill got quite a bit of excess cash, and I'm all too willing to donate to the worthy cause of any friend." Draco raised his own glass, and clinked it with Luna's.