Harry rolled his eyes at the suggestion that he was rubbing against Malfoy. He wouldn't have been had Malfoy not be moving around and threatening to cause bodily harm. "That doesn't include bodily harm, Malfoy," he shot back, frowning at the easy way in which Malfoy had assumed he could treat anyone under him. He supposed he shouldn't be all that surprised, but he'd figured that perhaps things might change.
When he was sure Malfoy was not going to continue down the war path, Harry released him, letting the blond move away from him rather than moving away himself. He would hold his ground through anything. Harry watched him warily as he straightened his clothing and glared around at those around him. It wasn't until the haughty snapping that Harry's slightly cautious look morphed into something that could resemble hidden amusement. After all, this was Malfoy they were talking about. Malfoy was wearing a purple dress, curves, and yet, his nose was stuck just as high in the air as it would have been if he'd still been standing at over six feet.
He waited a whole half a minute before he gave in and followed after the now petite figure Malfoy was sporting. His amusement didn't end as he watched him (or her, he supposed) continue to stomp her way into one of the offices. Ignoring the fact that he was suppose to be there on business, he slipped into the office behind him and flicked the door shut.
"He was right, you know," he started, casually leaning back against the door as an amused smile forced his way across his lips, his eyes dancing. "You do make a pretty girl."