Harry’s rage crescendoed and he saw red. "Listen here, you degenerate shithead. If I hear one more fucking word about muggleborn inferiority out of your mouth I’m going to rip off your sneering, wormy lips and shove them up your arse, you prejudiced prick. I’m not related to Riddle, my grandparents and my parents were married, and fuck you, you fucking dick." Harry was so angry he didn’t even know what he’d said, and somehow doubted he’d made any sense, but judging by the ugly flush rising on Malfoy’s face he’d gotten his point across.