"Oh my God. Draco, you didn't!"
"What? No, hey! Give that back you speccy twerp!"
Harry, however, cackled with glee, held the picture aloft, and began dancing around the apartment.
"Oh no you don't, this is priceless!"
"I said give it here!"
"Fess up Draco, this is where you got your hair gel infatuation from. Years of you claiming it was some sort of Malfoy tradition, years of us being tortured with you helmet hair all boils down to this. And you claim to hate Muggles," Harry scoffed. Draco stopped dead.
"For the last time, Elvis was not a Muggle!"