When you're of Veela descent, born into a pureblood family of wizarding "royalty" and then raised Slytherin to boot, you learn quickly that being pale and fae and delicate is an advantage. One he's used in Hogwarts, and beyond it as well. And one that, at least for fun, he isn't above using on Harry now either.

He glances at Harry, arching a brow. "Are you talking about me and that beautiful wizard from Bulgaria that were caught in the broom closet? I can't help that dark, brooding thing was delightful."

Or that Draco had used open flirtations and that veela beauty to lure him into a trap during training either. It's that teasing that had led to closet, but then his commander had taken him out of training. Draco had been congratulated on luring him in and it's when he realized the world around him wanted him to use his beauty as a weapon as well.

"Teasing is my second best weapon," he points out, grinning then as he got his coffee ready, turning to face Harry and leaning back, mirroring him, watching him.

He laughs though about Hermione. "That is the truth, isn't it?" He smirks. "You know, we should not tell her about this and then just start making out in front of her. Just to see her face."

And there he goes using his beauty and sexuality as a weapon, of sorts.