"Oi, Potter, how could you hang out with such lowlife? A squib, and loon and a Mudblood," the cultured voice asked, making the quartet turn and three of them reach for their wands. "Due to your… condition, I was going to offer to introduce you to more refined people, however if you insist on wallowing in mud, then there is little I can do to help you," Draco said maliciously.
"Papa's Little Bitch Boy, I thought I told you to leave me be," Harry said jovially as he took his arms from around the girls. "I see manners are not taught to the elite anymore," he added disappointedly, looking down his nose at the approaching boy. "I wouldn't be your friend if you gave me all the gold in Gringotts."
"You just wait until my father hears of this, you will be sorry you even denied my hand in friendship," Malfoy threatened as he came up to our group of heroes.
"Really? Well then, I can't wait to meet him," Harry stated, still smiling like his friends weren't holding their wands.
"Wait, what?" that was not the answer Draco was expecting. Where was the wand drawing and the yelling? This new Harry didn't play by the rules. How was he supposed to get him in trouble if he was being so… happy?