"Aha," Harry hissed. His previous warm tone hardened as he took in the Dark Mark, now faded and surrounded by additional tattoos, on Draco’s pale forearm. He pushed Draco roughly away from him. "That’s right. I almost forgot who I was dealing with. Malfoy." Harry’s face contorted into an expression of disgust as he spit the name. "Filthy, dirty Death Eater scum. Always have been, always will be."