Gesturing for his friends to give them some space, Harry pulled Draco into their shade, folding his arms over his chest, glowering. "The day I refused your hand, you had just insulted the first friend I have ever made. It had nothing to do with your looks, or your social standing or your power. I knew nothing about that. Me rejecting you was purely because you behaved like a bully. You reminded me of my cousin, and I didn't like that."