Nothing came to mind, really. And it was strange. There was some old saying that a person always knew best the people they loved and the people they despised. Harry would have to admit that Malfoy's behavior was strange. Usually, the blonde would just mock and threaten him. Not go up, deliberately, to meet him and…ask. It was that last part that really got him. Where on earth did he learn how to ask, not whine or demand?
"Okay, Mr. Malfoy. I know that you've done well on the OWLS and all…"
"I know. You've been my tutor for years now. It's what we pay you for to begin with."
"Right. But I must insist you learn this lesson. I had thought that your parents or perhaps contact with your peers at Hogwarts would have taught you this, but apparently this is not the case. And this skill that I'm about to teach you is essential to your future. Are you prepared to learn it, young Master Malfoy?"
"Yes, yes, get on with it. I'll probably master it in seconds, anyway."
"I would like you to ask me for this pen."
"…That's it?"
"Correct. Ask me for this quill?"
"Alright. Give me the quill."
"No, incorrect."
"What?!"
"I told you that you had to ask me for the quill."
"And that's exactly what I did. Give me the quill."
"No. You're demanding it, not asking."
"There's a difference?"
"Yes. Now ask."
"Why should I? I'm a Malfoy and remember who's paying you, here!"
"Ask me for the quill."
"…Fine. Can I please have the quill?"
"Yes, good boy."
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