Draco: Look, Potter! I’m on this Google thing! I wonder what it says about me?
Draco: Yes! The people love me! LOOK! They have pictures, and—
Harry: What is it?
Draco: WHO. MADE. THIS.
Harry: Draco, what’s wrong with it?
Draco: What’s wrong with it? WHAT’S WRONG WITH IT????? LOOK.
Harry: What? What’s wrong? You look amazing!
Draco: LOOK. HARDER.
Harry: I mean you were a Death Eater. I don’t—
Draco: *points aggressively*
Draco: *dangerously* Ferret, briefly?
Harry: *very solemn face*
Draco: SPECIES: FERRET BRIEFLY?????
Harry: *the corners of his mouth turn up*
Draco: SHUT UP SHUT UP I AM NOT A FERRET!!!
Harry: *lets one snicker escape*
Draco: As soon as I’ve finished murdering this Google, you’re next.
Harry: *gives up and dies laughing* You can’t murder Goo—
Draco: I AM NOT A FERRET AND I CAN DO WHAT I WANT!