"Oh, you've changed, have you?" Ron asked with a scoff. "I suppose you now think it's okay for your friends to spend their free time having tea with You-Know-Who and plotting to kill the Headmaster? Or that you like being tortured in the middle of your new mate's living room while he looks on, yeah? Right, if you've changed that much, Hermione, then maybe somebody oughta brand your arm, if they'd let a lowly Muggle-born into their ranks."

He knew that he was being hurtful, but he didn't care. Anyone who thought that Draco Malfoy had a decent bone in his body - or any of the Malfoys, for that matter - deserved to get the honest truth thrown in their faces.