"Potter."
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"Potter. What the fuck are you doing?"
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"Fuck! Potter! What the fuck is that?"
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"WOULD YOU TAKE THAT FUCKING THING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH FOR ONE SECOND?"
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry snarled, whipping the kazoo out of his mouth. "You. Tell me. What the fuck is that?" He pointed at the kazoo.
"It's a kazoo."3 Haryry spat. "Deal with it, I'm learning a new skills." Draco laughed uproariously and Slughorn turned to shush him. "A new skill? You're not new at annoying me, Potter. You've been doing that for…" Draco stopped to count on his fingers, and Harry wondered why they didn't teach any maths at Hogwarts. Not that he'd ever liked mathematics, but they really could have used a bit more education in that field.
"…six years, now," Draco finally said.
"Potter! Malfoy!" Slughorn suddenly called from across the room, "The entire class can hear your conversation, you know. And Harry – is the a musical instrument?"
"Nnnnoo, Sir, it isn't," Harry said quickly, hiding the kazoo behind his back. "Yeah it is," Parvati giggled, "It's a kazoo, sir. Harry's got a kazoo."
"Is that a euphemism?" Pansy called from next to Draco.
"Fuck off, Parkinson," Ron whispered. Hermione slapped his writs for swearing.