“That’s too bad,” Draco quipped in return. He liked being called a bad boy and it was also the truth. He would have loved it if it was McDonagall’s or Dumbledore’s or some other blood traitor or mudblood.
“What?” Draco asked with an evil smile. “Do you not like that?” He laughed softly. “I know that’s not true. You loved it.”
“Or do you want me to do something else?” he practically purred.