"You really think that?" It wasn't a question, more like an incredulous accusing demand. "You really think she'll 'flit away'? For one thing as I said, she's in the same room as me. Bed right next to, a matter of fact. So it's not like she could get very far," she concluded, huffily.

And then picking up another little cake from the tray between them, in lieu of biting in right away she turned her nose up at him, and gave a little toss of her head that sent those platinum blonde locks shaking beautifully.

"Even if she wanted to try. Which she wouldn't." She bit her sweet for emphasis, sinking her fangs in first. "Honestly, Draco. You act as if you've never had a real friend before."

Spoken in that worldly know it all tone of a child addressing someone much older than them as if they are, nonetheless, an idiot.