"Malfoy, please! I... I need you to!" Harry said one day, after that last particularly embarrassing change, cornering Malfoy after dinner in the Great Hall, when his lackeys were off... what did they do when they weren't bodyguarding Malfoy, anyway? Well, they were off doing something, the important part was that Malfoy was alone, for once. "Please, you're the only one that can stop this... thing, happening!"

"As hilarious as it is to see you reduced to begging and pleading -- honestly, Potter, begging, do you have no dignity? Although, with who you choose to associate with, it's rather plausible that you don't have any at all -- I find that it's not worth my time to... kiss you." Malfoy said kiss like it was a disgusting chore, like cleaning out toilets, or something of the kind. Harry goggled at him when Malfoy's words caught up to him.

"You want me to... bribe you? With what?"

Malfoy, the git, just sniffed at him. "I'm sure you can come up with something."

Suddenly, Harry was overcome with an overwhelming anger. "You know what? No! I refuse to be your errand boy! You don't want to kiss me, fine! I'll go find another way to break the stupid potion, I don't need you!" he said, and stormed off. Good riddance, the absolute prat, expecting Harry to bow down and worship the ground he walked on. Well, Harry wouldn't. Harry was still fuming at Malfoy's words when he got to his dorm.