“No, no, you do not want me navigating, I’ll accidentally navigate us off a cliff.”
“Then you’d better sober up real quick, sweetheart, because you’re navigating, and that’s all there is to it.”
“Oh my gods, we’re all going to freaking die…”
“Quit your whining, grab the map, and get in the front seat. We’re doing this!”
“Who do you think you are, one of the Blues Brothers?”
“How do you know about the Blues Brothers, Malfoy?”
“Because you have an extensive DVD collection, for someone who spends most of his time in the wizarding world, and because I get bored very easily while you’re at work,” Draco shot back.
“Yeah, well, you’re welcome to come with me anytime,” Harry offered.
“No thanks. I still can’t walk into that building without getting nasty looks from people. They may be well deserved, but for Merlin’s sake, it’s been ten years already, give it a rest!”
“We could figure something out. I could always bring you with me in your Animagus form, I’m sure no one would mind me bringing my pet ferret to work for the day,” Harry suggested, grinning.
“Ha ha, very funny, Potter. Sod off,” Draco replied, snapping his seat belt into place.
“Don’t trust my driving?”
“I trust your driving about as well as I trust Weasley to stay out of the refrigerator when he and Hermione visit. Just drive, already.”