"Merlin," Draco answered, having to look down to look her in the eye, and smirking. She was stepping up bravely to him? Maybe she was a lower form Gryffindor or something.
"Ownership has nothing to do with understanding the way the Pitch is meant to be used, though. Studying, inside. Quidditch..." He held up his broom as if she needed a visual indicator to understand, "Outside."