"Maybe to some people. And maybe about some things. But Malfoys get what we want, no matter how long that takes."
Harry was getting worked up again, and it was impossible to listen to him talk about magic and the magical world like that and not buy in hook line and sinker. He wanted that better world that Harry saw, even if he wasn't as sure that it could even be accomplished. But for Harry, for Harry he was willing to try. How could he not?
"You've got us. Or, me, at least. I can't speak for anyone else. But I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. We can figure out which traditions are worth saving together. "
He thought a bit about the houses. He'd defined himself for so long as a Slytherin. So many people did. It was so essential, ingrained. But was that a good thing? It hurt to even think about, but maybe it wasn't.
"I think if we have the houses," he said slowly, picking every word, "that we can't do them the way they were before. Decisive. Us against them. You're right, the houses without hate would really be something. But I don't know how we'd do that. Except, I guess, the stigma isn't there anymore. Is it. If it's all mugglehorn children, they won't go in knowing what being Slytherin or Gryffindor means. They could have ordinary house rivalry, rather than what we had. It's worth thinking about."