"Weasley," Theo drawled, trying to clean himself of the pumpkin juice. "We barely tolerate you on a good day. But when you’re here to make Harry blow things up before even the ghosts are awake? You’re going to have some very angry snakes on your tail, little Weasel." Theo sounded downright murderous. Malfoy remained uncharacteristically silent, eye twitching and the cutlery in front of him rattling enough to throw themselves off the table. Harry watched his hands fist into the cloth on his things, knuckles going white from the  grip. 