"Here," Draco said quietly when Harry’s bowl was scraped clean, swapping their bowls so Harry could have his leftovers. Harry was grateful, but still embarrassed, when Molly noticed, and discreetly pushed a thick crust of bread towards him as well, her eyes scrutinising his frame as she did so. He had a feeling his comment about the Dursley’s hadn’t gone unheard, and a lifetime of downplaying their treatment of him was itching to break free under his skin.  