Typical
Harry and Draco are in another fight, which is typical. They're throwing hexes at each other, while throwing jabs and kicking and clawing. In my opinion, they're worse than girls.
Even Ron has the ability to see the unresolved sexual tension between my friend and the Malfoy prat. Ron, who had difficulty accepting that I had any sort of interest in him. That Ron.
"Will you boys just get a room? McGonagall and I are getting very tired of breaking you two apart, and it's awkward when we have to get in between your bloody lover quarrels," Snape snapped as he grabbed Draco and McGonagall grabbed Harry.
"We aren't –" both began to say, before glaring at the other. "Stop copying me! No, you're the –!"
"I'll get you one day, Malfoy!" Harry spat, turning on his heel with McGonagall's hand still gripping his upper left arm tightly.
Snape had Draco in the same hold, muttering curses at Harry as well as at his young ward.
"Typical boys," I sighed, shaking my frizzy hair and walking with Ron to my next class. "They never change, do they?"