Theo smirked at that.
"Yeah, Crabbe and Goyle were purebloods and all, but they were dumber than a flobberworm."
"Maybe you should have graced me with the pleasure of your company, if you were so concerned," Draco replied, heatedly.
"I was trying hard not to stain my own reputation by mixing with folks like you. I mean pureblood supremacy is one thing, but a Death Eater for a dad…?"
"You're one to talk"
"I haven't spoken to mine in years, Malfoy. I had a chance to redeem myself during the war and I took it. Unlike you."
"Not another word, Nott."
"Or what, you'll fiendfyre me?"
That set Draco off, but before he could do anything, Theo whipped his wand around and blasted him off to the other side of the room. Then, in the same wand movement, he quickly cushions the fall with a spell.
"What do you know?" Theo said calmly, "I should probably drop out. They've probably got nothing left to teach me here."
Saying so, he walked away.
Draco cursed as he sat up. "Son of a …bloody git."