"Malfoy is a little weasel," agreed Harry. "And a scheming little bastard who bleaches his hair - NO ONE is that blond. It offends me, frankly. And can you believe that they're telling everyone WE cheated? Not admitting that they sucked the big one, but saying we cheated. Nice."
Harry regarded Oliver and decided to horrify him. "No, Ol, I mean she liked you, liked you. Like, in a dirty dirty way. And no," he sighed. "I mean, school is fine. Snape continues to hate me with the burning heat of a thousand suns, so Potions goes badly, always."