Well, she's not exactly wrong. The only word he recognizes out of her mouth is the word tart. It reminds of treacle tart and how much he'd appreciate eating that right now instead of being stuck with a bird and an odd woman who tells him he had all his sweetness sucked out. Draco Malfoy was never really sweet, though. Except for his mother and, sometimes, his closest friends.

"Well, you remind me of Acromantula. Wild and appreciates lurking in dark places." He huffed. Not exactly the best comeback but he's a new, reformed boy fresh from the war. He didn't have it in him to come up with his school yard insults anymore. He watched as the hippogriff tilted his head down towards her, allowing her to touch his head. Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Just like Care of Magical Creatures all over again.

"Traitor..."