"Shut up, Malf-"
Wait. A. Second. Harry looks up, frowning.
"You... Want to... Help me? Did you hit your head?"
⠀ a dry laugh, wearing a half sneer, "salazar, this explains so much. keen to throw you to the wolves but merlin forbid they help you clothe yourself decently."
⠀ at least draco exists, a blessing to all and especially potter.
⠀ "i'll allow you to browse mine."