Draco closed his eyes for a moment. There it was. "I... didn't say that," he said, straightening his shoulders as he turned. He hated things like this. He was sure if Harry was there he'd have just come right out and said it, not held back out of any kind of selfish keep Ant there and holding him. Gryffindors.
"It's just... something Daphne told me. And..." Looking back on it in this new light, he couldn't believe he'd been such an idiot as to blindly accept everything Stephen had said about Purebloods having to take a stand. People had been telling him that his whole life, so it hadn't seemed strange at the time. And he'd been drunk. It wasn't fair.