"He wasn't very nice to you at first, was he?" Harry asks. Lost, without magic or a clue, and forced into a place where he's essentially a Muggle—Harry can't imagine that any wizard would like that, much less someone fro a background like Malfoy's. "If that's the case, then I'm surprised. You stuck by him through all that."

Some level of admiration can't help but creep into his voice. Maybe he's wrong. Maybe Malfoy was wonderful and just a jerk to everyone else, but he really doubts it. He knows he isn't giving Malfoy much credit, but giving him credit isn't always ... easy.