"Realized their mistake in bringing you here first, most likely," he says smoothly, the reply bouncing back just too easily. A part of Harry realizes that perhaps he shouldn't be so harsh. After what Draco has been through, it's almost pointless to continue on the same vein. But even with things playing out differently than he might have expected, there is still that stubborn nagging part of him that just never liked Draco Malfoy. It had happened very quickly from the first time they met.

"It's fine, Malfoy. I've come to do what I can. So you can go back to whinging or whatever rubbish it is you do in your spare time."

He doesn't, even if he wants to, give in to the urge to ask Draco why it is that he's able to fly. Back home, flying isn't that unusual with the right spell, but he knows already that he can't do that. So, if Draco is able to for some reason, that puts him at an unwanted disadvantage. The last thing Harry wants is to draw attention to that.