'And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.'
Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him.
'Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weaselys have red hair, freckles and more children than they can afford.'
He turned back to Harry.
'You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.'
He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.
'I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,' he said coolly.
- Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone by J. K. Rowling
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