Harry: You can wear my sweatshirt!

Draco: NO.

Harry: And you can tell your friends.

Draco: SHUT UP! Pansy sings it enough while pretending to be me while wearing my clothes in the Slytherin common room! It's killing my soul!

Harry: Sweatshirt kills all of our souls.

Draco: Agreed. Let's tell Pansy to shut her mouth or Avada Kedavra.

Harry: Or just take away her deodorant and cast a spell that makes her smell like dog poo.

Draco: But then I would have to smell it too.

Harry: That makes it so much better you have no clue!

Draco: NO! SHUT UP POTTER I COMMAND YOU!

Harry: NEVER!

Draco: My father will hear about this.

Harry: Why do you always say that? Does your father actually know or does your father actually don't exist? Is Ron Dumbledore?

Draco: Yes. That explains why I hate him so much.

Harry: Ron or Dumbledore?

Draco: Ron. I don't hate Dumbledore. I despise him.

Harry: 🙄🔫