Malfoy's eyes narrowed and he groaned in frustration, "Why are you so intent on getting to admit I am gay? I'm not interested, Potter." with that said, he folded his arms and smirked.
Harry sniggered at Malfoy's frustration; he knew he was winning; he hoped for Malfoy's frustration to increase and it had, it was obvious to Harry and he loved it. "To see if you hate gays as much as you hate muggle-borns." he said simply. His idea was to teach Malfoy muggle-born hatred was the same as gay-hate; if he could get Malfoy to admit he had nothing against gays; he could then ask Malfoy what the difference was and completely stump him. Harry stopped his thoughts for a moment and scoffed, "you have plenty to show off? Yeah? What? That you can turn into a ferret every now and then?" he sniggered.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes again, "at least I don't go parading my scar around like I'm a martyr." Malfoy scowled, "and I have nothing against gays." he looked around as though he were either afraid to admit this or he'd hid the actual truth- Harry, of course saw straight through this.
"Oh... don't you just?" Harry smirked, "then why the..." he paused and pretended to think, "Oh I don't know... the suspicious no-keeping eye contact then, eh? Besides if you like gays; why then do you hate muggle-borns? Same thing isn't it?" he said with a knowing glance towards Malfoy. He looked at Malfoy once he'd said about his scar, and almost burst out laughing, "The thing about that is..." he said as he sat up on the sofa and leaned back, with his legs sprawled out in front of him. "You don't have a scar- if you did; I am sure you would show it off; I actually try to hide mine if you haven't noticed." he almost laughed as he said this. 'Besides- at least I have something to be famous for and have actually done good for Hogwarts and the safety of others; unlike this git.' He thought to himself with a smirk. He knew he'd won.
Malfoy opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it again; it was a good thing for Harry that he had class soon and was bored with arguing with Malfoy. "My father will hear about this, Potter." he snapped and strutted down the hall.
Harry knew Lucius would definitely never hear the end of how Harry had won an argument with Malfoy; not only that, but also left him in mid-air. He sniggered to himself, "sooky ferret" and walked down the hall to catch up with Hermione and Ron for their next class.