Ron scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. He didn’t really see how he’d managed to end up in this situation where Malfoy was screaming at him like he’d been personally responsible for the things that had happened to him before and after the war.
“We were all there. Even if we weren’t your friends, we were around,” Ron said, shrugging his shoulders.
“And it’s not just that, is it? It’s everything you’ve done since. You’re not even trying to do anything to make up for it now and that’s the point, Malfoy. You’re not a muggle and I don’t see why you think acting like one will make it all go away,” Ron said. “You’re even still trying to insult me with my own name like it is one.”