Harry stood there smirking as Draco stared at him. "Cat got your tongue, Malfoy? Or are you setting my appearance to memory?" He couldn't help but laugh as he continued to smirk. "I know I've changed since last year but c'mon, you don't really need to stare."
He was trying to stay calm and not dwell on the fact that he'd been talking to his father in his journal. A man who would be dead in roughly two years and Harry would never really know.
He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.
"How would Dumbledore know anything about this? It's not as if a time-turner was used." Could a time turner have done this... taken them back twenty years into the past? He wondered if Hermione was around.
"I'd ask if you have always been a prat but I know it's second nature for you so I won't even bother." What he wouldn't give to wipe that smug look of his face.
"Hermione was the voice of logic. Ron kind of just went along with it. Until the end there." He sighed again and shook his head.
"I'm not going to stand here and discuss my friends with you, Malfoy. Speaking of, where are yours? Oh that's right you haven't got any."