"No. The hour’s up, you don’t get to tell me what to do anymore. The rules don’t apply to you, I get that, but do you think you get to keep me, just because I didn’t hate what we just did? Everyone knows you live with Weasley, do you seriously think I’m going to make small talk with him over breakfast? With you? Grow the fuck up, Potter," Malfoy laughs derisively, "and get over yourself. This was just business. You’re never winning the Cup. You’d better train hard for the next month because I swear to Salazar, it is now my personal mission to annihilate you." The hard set to his jaw is back.