"No employee break room, I suppose?" Draco asked, shaking his head in disbelief. Either there wasn't one here or no one told Potter if there was. But still, he thought at least wizards should get their own table.
He arched a brow then. "Haters? You have.. haters. That is strange." He thought it was, since back home everyone seemed to love Harry. Except maybe the MoM and the papers. But if they hated Harry, maybe they loved Draco? He almost hoped not. "You should have hexed them. I would. I'm from.. June, 1997. Sixth year. So yes, I'm about two years past you."