Ron turned purple in the ears and was about to retort, surely with a threat of violence that he wouldn’t follow through with. It was all tragically cliché and pathetic, Draco thought. He wouldn’t mind dueling Weasley into next year for all the annoying shit he did on a daily basis. He was constantly hovering around Granger, leeching off her intelligence, her grace, and her accomplishments. Weasley was a wart on Granger’s perfect appearance.