Let Your Love Grow Tall

Draco sniffed and attempted to salvage what little was left of his scowl. “If you are so socially inept that you would rather attempt some bizarre reenactment of your childhood with your arch nemesis than –“ here he fished around for examples of normal social behavior, but came up empty “—than what normal people do,” he finished somewhat lamely, “I certainly won’t stop you.”

“So… normal people don’t want to hang out with you? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Normal people wouldn’t even dream of hanging out with me.” Nice save, he congratulated himself. “They wouldn’t know the first thing about it.” Draco thought about pouring himself another glass of Ogden’s, but after some searching could not find his hands. “And Malfoys do not ‘hang out.’ They lounge.”