"I hear that you're really Harry Potter," the blonde said. "I'm Draco Malfoy, scion of the House of Malfoy. A pity you were sorted into Hufflepuff." The last was said with a sneer at his house mates.
"My name is Harrison Stephens," Harry said firmly. "And the notion of Houses is pretty odd. We don't separate students like that in the States. But even so, I've seen good and bad kids in each of the Houses, so Hufflepuff is as good as any other."
"You'll find that some Houses and Families are better than others," the blonde said pompously. "As a Malfoy, I can help you with that."
"Eh, no thanks. If I can't figure it out on my own, it isn't worth knowing," Harry replied with a grin.
"Be careful, or you'll wind up like your parents," Malfoy sneered.
"Happily married with a house in the suburbs and three kids? OK, sounds good to me!" Harry grinned again and then let his face morph into sorrow. "Or aren't you aware of what a happy marriage is? I supposed with a name that means 'bad faith' that could be true. You have my sympathy."