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Suppertime (but not for Audrey2 sorry)

Ew. Mashed potatoes.
"And then that mudblood told me she-"
"Language, Parkinson."
"Malfoy, seriously, just fúck off already. We get it, you're emo, we don't care. But leave us alone."
"I will when you leave the Muggleborn alone."
"The... I have never heard that word come out of your mouth before. What happened to you?"
"I stopped acting. So just stop being fúckwits, grow some empathy, and shut your stupid mouths."
"If you're so concerned about the mudbloods, why don't you spend your time with THEM?"
"That's actually a great idea." Without another word, Draco stood, not even bothering to grab his plate. He glanced around and headed towards Harry and Hermione and Ron, sitting beside Harry and smiling amicably at them.
He glanced at Hermione's book and grinned. "You took my advice! What do you think so far?"
"You were right. It's really good! I definitely think that Barnes had a much more thorough and convincing argument."
"I'm always right~ Well, at least nowadays I am."
Harry spoke up, looking slightly uncomfortable, shoving his glasses up his nose. "Okay but, why are you at our table?"
Draco shrugged. "My old friends are assholes."
"So we've noticed," Hermione muttered.
"Yeah. So I'm done with them now. So I'm sitting here. Hope you don't mind? If you want me to, I'll move."
Ron opened his mouth to protest, looking red with anger, when Harry spoke over whatever the redhead was about to say. "You try to pull any bullshit, and I'll set that pretty blue hair on fire."
Draco grinned madly, winking at Harry (who tried not to blush, but...). "Sure thing."