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I would suggest becoming British.

I would suggest becoming furious.

I would suggest reading this aloud.

Read this aloud as if you were a furious British child. Go.

That ruddy bloke. What a complete tosspot. An absolute ferret. He is a load of tosh, that prat. Everything he says is utter rubbish. Why must he strut around school, believing that he is a total hottie, when, honestly, he is an absolute cabbage? He's a barmy tosser, prancing around school. Prick. Total twat. Barmpot, if you ask me. A complete nutter, he is. He thinks I fancy him. Dunderhead. He's such a minger. He would never be fancied, not even by a total munter. He's completely off his rocker. Completely. His face is as grotty as some manky old boot you'd find in a dustbin. What a bloody berk. He's a total nancy. Wanker! Plonker! Numpty! Pillock! Clot! Muppet! He's just an arrogant toerag. I hate him. HE. IS A GIT. A BIG GIT. A BIG BLOOMING GIT. HONESTLY.

He has no mates.

A/N: These are, obviously, Harry's thoughts on the subject of Draco Malfoy.