"So this is really about you getting your own way," he answered, although he knew better. He knew Draco better than that.
"I guess we can. We can make it better. We can make it peaceful. We can show the world that we can have peace too and we don't create Dark Wizards every few decades. We can't hide our past from the Muggleborns either. Secrets is what got us here," he said with conviction.
"Would the hat even sort them into Slytherin? Would that house die out because there are no purebloods? That seems wrong. The houses work when they work together. I guess that's definitely not something we can solve now." He pulled back, forcing Draco to let him go, because he needed some space. "People don't touch me. A pat on the back or trying to touch me as I walk by, but mostly they don't. You touch me a lot." He wasn't sure why he had just said that. Maybe he was tipsier than he had thought. "We should have dinner. It'll help with the drinking."