"Is it true? The Golden Boy's actually a poofter? A ponce? Queer as a quaffle? Fr-"
"Are you done, Malfoy?" Harry interupted, tired of his jeering. People had been exclaiming in disbelief all day, and he was sick of it.
"Nope," Malfoy said cheerfully. "I can go all day. Bent as-"
"Piss off and leave me alone," Harry snapped, pushing past him. After a day of harassment, Malfoy's mockery, no matter how expected it was, proved to be too much.
How had he fallen for such a prat?