Harry: you know what, Malfoy? I am sick of your sh*t fu** you.

Malfoy: fine, Potter, what time?

Harry: fu.. wait. What?

Malfoy: no seriously, what time? My schedule is packed for the next week. Important people (like me) like to keep track of matters you know.

Harry: *actually thinking about it* how about Thursday? After quidditch.

Draco: brilliant see you then Potter. *closes book and walked away with smug look*