"Looks like a lion's mane. I guess it works for a Gryffindor." He guessed. If he had to be less of a dick about it, he guessed. He looked at Harry and frowned, looking at him properly for the first time in a long time. Harry kept growing and changing - it was really weird. He looked more like a man these days than a boy. He was a lot less easy to push around too and he really followed through on his threats.

"Could use a trim is all, hotter."

... Wait, what. "Potter." Fuck. What? Why did he call him that? Draco actually went red and felt himself die inside. "Potter." Yeah, he'd just keep saying it. That'd fix it.