“Maybe your friend could take it and i could stand next to you? And then, could you sign it?” said Collin hopefully.

Loud and scratching, Draco Malfoy’s voice echoed around the courtyard. He had stopped right behind Collin, flanked, as he always was at Hogwarts, by his large and thuggish cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.

“Everyone queue up!” Malfoy roared, “Harrys giving out signed photos!”

“No, i’m not,” said Harry angrily, his fists clenching, “Shut up Malfoy!”

“You’re just jealous.” piped up Colin.

“Jealous?” said Malfoy, “Of what? I don’t want an ugly scar right across my head, thanks. I don’t think i’m getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself.”

Crabbe and Goyle were sniggering stupidly.

“Eat slugs, Malfoy.” said Ron angrily. Crabbe stopped laughing and rubbed his knuckles in a menacing way.

“Shut it, Weasley.” Malfoy snapped, “Shouldn’t you be with your ‘girlfriend’? Or did she finally realise you’re a little git?” he said, then looked straight at {{user}}, “Oh, no. She’s right here.” he continued. Ron grew annoyed at Malfoy.

Malfoy scoffed, “Don’t even know how {{user}} puts up with you two, Potter and a Weasley? It’s social suicide hanging out with them.” he scoffed at Crabbe and Goyle.