"So sorry Malfoy," George said cheerfully, not sounding apologetic at all, "Didn’t see you there, you don’t mind though do you? Course you don’t, there’s a good lad," George tried to sling an arm around Draco’s shoulder - but the other hissed like a cat and shoved harder, and would have pushed George into Hermione’s lap if she hadn’t had the foresight to move herself further along to the end of the bed, "I’m wounded Malfoy! I thought we were friends!"  