"Hey, are you okay?"
"Obviously not."
"What's wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Come on, don't be petulant."
"I'm not being petulant!"
"Draco, you're pouting."
"I am not."
"And now you're sulking. Just tell me what happened."
"...Harry, am I trustworthy?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Nevermind. It was a stupid question."
"No, Draco, wait. Of course you're trustworthy. Why do you ask?"
"Because according to some people around here, I'm nothing but a 'no-good, lying, two-faced Death Eater', and that's all I'll ever be."
"...Who said that to you?"
"It doesn't matter, does it?"
"No, you're right. It doesn't matter, because they're wrong. You may have made some very bad decisions in the past, but I can understand why you did what you did. And you've changed. You're not the same bratty little bastard you were all those years ago. I trust you. I trust all my friends."
"...Do you mean that?"
"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't."
"Thanks, Harry."
"You're welcome, Draco."