But as much as he hated Justin, he adored Draco. Draco who was hopeless and an utter train wreck of a human being who couldn’t hold on to a set of keys for all the tea in England, a disaster in the kitchen managing to burn soup one eventful evening when he said he was going to cook "something special" for Harry. The fire department had to be called and they both lamented the fact that none of them were the least bit fuckable. Like all that porn meant  nothing.