“The real treasure was the memories we made along the way,” Harry said.
“I almost died!” Draco fumed.
“Ah, yes, that was my fondest memory,” Ron interjected dreamily.
“Shut it, Weasel!” Draco growled.
“Irritable little ferret tonight, aren’t we, Malfoy?”
“Alright, you two, behave!” Harry interrupted Draco’s tirade. “Dray, you know he’s only doing it to wind you up, it’s how he relieves stress. Ron, stop antagonising Draco, you know you don’t mean it and so do we, so quit acting like you do, you prat.”
Ron grinned at Harry, while Draco made faces at him behind Harry’s back, until Harry turned suddenly, catching him.
“Now, if you two children are done, we have some work to do.”