Draco paused his eating to look up at his brother with an expression of impatient disbelief. Very impatient disbelief.
"He didn't disrespect you," he replied curtly. "He proved you wrong. People don't like me because I'm always right. You think I like it? But even though people dislike me, they respect me because they know that I am fully aware of my situation, and that I can come down on them with full force because I know what I'm doing. You," he gestured at Iggy before picking up more toast, "clearly don't know what you're doing. First of all, that witch was from Romania, not Persia, and second of all, let's not get dramatic. Fuck up? If you stop acting like you're thirteen I'll stop treating you like one."
At Iggy's accusation, Draco looked like he could almost laugh.
"Really? What did I do that was similar to this? Do you think that I thought that I was smarter than every asshole who tried to put me in my place? Well I did, and I was, but I didn't lash out like you."