Draco strode through the pub, seemingly oblivious to the muttered imprecations that followed in his wake.
He didn't break stride.
He shook his head in sympathy for the poor misguided souls. He finally stopped at the table where Harry Potter and Ron Weasley sat. "Well?" he said.
"You're wrong Malfoy, absolutely wrong, and I don't know how you can't see it for yourself," said Harry.
"As far as I'm concerned, it's treason!" chimed in Ron.
"Look, all you have to do is look at which side has money, power, talent, and drive, and it's an easy decision to make."
"For someone like you."
Draco could not believe how stubborn they were. "All I am saying is, this year England doesn't stand a chance, it's Spain all the way."