"Ah," Draco said, vague and noncommittal but with a tone of agreement. He didn’t know what to say, and he didn’t know how to say it either. With his peers (an absurd notion really - other than Harry, who could he possibly count as a peer now?), it was easy to deal with their scorn and ire. He could just tell them to fuck off - and he had, and they’d all eventually gotten over it. He and the Weasley’s were bizarrely close now, especially the twins - more and more he’d gained the impression that they had collectively adopted him.  