Summary
Draco loathed Gryffindors. "If you don't want me to hit your ugly face, you better shut up and listen next time!" "It's not you're fault that you're just a squib." "You'd think with six siblings I wouldn't be lonely." "Is little loser Hermione going to cry? Run away to her only friends, her books?" "But, Mummy, I'm Ron." "Boy, go make breakfast!" Who do they think they are?