Harry was standing rather casually just outside Flourish and Blotts with his journal held open in his left hand. He stared down at the words as they appeared across the page. There was no bloody way that he was talking to his father. Ugh he was so confused. Why was this happening... and why now?!
He heard the sharp intakes of breath and glanced to his right from the corner of his eye. He caught the telltale signs of a breathy sigh on the air followed by a softly murmured "Oh he's so dreamy" and Harry nearly vomitted into his mouth. There were only two people that would be directed at and he sure hoped it wasn't the older Malfoy.
Then he heard "S'still probably your fault" and he knew the girl had mistaken the younger for the older and he barked a laugh.
"S'not my bloody fault that you got pulled back in time with me. For all I know you're like in love with me or something. Which is a bit creepy in itself." He remarked snidely then closed his journal and tucked it into an inside pocket.
"Where should we go?" He asked, as if the previously comment hadn't just come from his mouth.