"Or stating –proudly– that your mother is muggleborn," Harry could kick him for that. "Or bringing up acquaintance with a mud–" Harry did kick him for that — stomped on his foot so hard Malfoy couldn't even smother his swear. "Muggleborn," he ground out instead. "Or perhaps dragging politics into what was supposed to be civil conversation. Really you’re just lucky none of the upperclassmen caught you. And need I remind you this was all on the first night?" Harry had begun to wonder, day by day, if there was a way to charm his tie to knot itself. It would save him so much of his sanity. "Or perhaps when you pulled your wand on a teacher—"