"Draco!" Hermione exclaimed, "We all know Harry isn't going to go bad, and I for one, think it's great that he can talk to snakes. I wish I could do something like that."
Harry sighed with relief knowing that neither Draco nor Hermione were about to call it quits with him. Crabbe and Goyle looked a bit puzzled but didn't seem about to up and run, Neville was pale and trembling but gave him a reassuring, if wobbly, smile. He looked to the last member of the group and waited.
"… Baking cakes for Snape," Ron grumbled, "Honestly! I think we all knew there was something seriously off about Cupcake after that."
Harry wiped his eyes and turned his frown upside down.
"If you're going to be the new dark lord, Cupcake," Ron continued, "Then I call second-in-command."
"You can't do that!" Draco gasped, "Harry has to appoint someone, and what do you know about those matters anyway? I think we all know I'll be the second in command!"