He quickly recovered his composure, and no one would've guessed this boy had been so shocked just a moment before, and that he was still surprised and confused.
"He hides his thoughts and feelings very well," the passerby would have noted, had he been there.
In but a moment, Draco was standing proud and tall, willing himself to look hurried and slightly agitated.
"Well, what do you want? Out with it, and make it quick, I have places to be going and things to do," he demanded.
A cold but pleasantly amused voice (like that of someone trying to hide a smile) laughed, "Do you? I'm sure your plans can…wait."
"Don't presume to think you would know," Malfoy spat, indignant that he had been almost laughed at.
"Don't be so sure."
Malfoy simply glared in response.
"In any case, I have a matter of business to discuss with you."
"Really," Malfoy stated, drawling, not really asking, "Well, I'm afraid I'm not interested."
"It might not be so wise to refuse our offer so quickly, so blindly."
"One might think so, but I have no interest in having dealings with a Weasley."
"That naturally was our sentiment in the beginning. But," the man took a step forward, "if you were to hear us out, I'm sure we could come up with something to…persuade you."
The blonde glared at the man, "I'm afraid we don't see eye to eye on that matter."
The man grinned as his splitting image made a quick gesture, motioning for the two men who had brought young Master Malfoy there to step outside. Draco watched this all silently, fury apparent even through his carefully controlled exterior. Watching them go, he finally took a seat in one of three large chairs he up until then had ignored, across a large table from the other two chairs and the other two men.
"Well, Weasles. What is it exactly that I can do for you?" One wouldn't have imagined one could ask such a simple, pleasant question in such a cold, malice-filled tone.
"Fred and George, if you please."