FIZZING WHIZBEES: FIREWHISKY AND FRUMIOUS GRIPPLES
"But the bit I really hate about them," Draco muttered almost to himself as he accepted the firewhisky bottle from Potter and paused to take a long drink, "is the way they go about their smug little lives absolutely bloody certain that they're the greatest beings on this planet."
"But the Muggle Protection Act of 728 prohibits interaction with Muggles and has been largely considered to have predicated-"
"Oh sod it, Granger, don't you think I bloody well know that? But they should know…"
"What, so they can worship us properly as superior beings?" Potter asked scornfully.
"I'll leave the worship to you, Potter. I just want acknowledgment."
"I'm just saying that it's our own laws that have caused this situation." Hermione Granger insisted.
"This isn't about laws; it's about… it's about feelings."
Ron Weasley pried Draco's fingers from the neck of the Ogden's bottle. "I think you've had enough, mate. Let me just get this straight – you hate Muggles because they hurt your feelings? "
"That's not what I-"
"It only makes sense, you know." Luna Lovegood interrupted in a dreamy voice.
Draco was momentarily taken aback by the idea of someone coming to his defense on this particular issue. "Thank you, Luna."
The young woman smiled benignly at him. "That's how the Frumious Gripples feel about us, after all."
Neville Longbottom raised his head and stared bleary-eyed at Lovegood. "The whats?"
"The Frumious Gripples," she repeated. "They are invisible giants that have lived in North-Western Europe since before our ancestors migrated here. They're most famous for constructing large circles of rocks as seats for playing tiddlywinks. Some have theorized that they use their own magic to continue to live here unobserved by us."
"Oh," Longbottom said, lowering his head onto his hands again.
"Yes, well…" Hermione Granger started before thinking better of it and cutting herself off.
Draco thought about it for a moment and then smiled at the young woman across from him. "Thanks again, Luna. That was strangely profound." Then he reached out for the bottle of firewhisky again. "Give that back, mate."
A/N: Set in a world we'll probably never see, where Malfoy joins our crew to sit around and drink and debate on more-or-less friendly terms (with all of them being alive). And yes, I know the argument should've been made that Muggles aren't inferior to Wizard-kind at all. But I didn't think any in this crew would've made the argument and I didn't have Arthur Weasley handy.
Anyway, this drabble is complete in my mind. Feel free to use it as a springboard, with the terms as mentioned in the first chapter.