And Justin, the fucking tit,  loved  to speak for Draco, throwing around the royal "we" like Draco couldn’t make a single decision for himself. It did Harry’s head in, how Draco always demurred to Justin, always agreeing with his opinion even when his opinion was utter bollocks. Justin would interrupt and talk over Draco and generally make his presence the biggest and hardest to ignore in the room. He filled every space and Draco’s usually effervescent personality fizzled out like three-day old champagne.