"I think it has something to do with my height. I’m big, and awkward sometimes when I move. Kind of moose-like I guess." He mused with a shrug. He cocked his head to the side, thinking it over. "Nothing in particular." He said after a while. "We could just walk around Hogsmeade or something, I’m fine with anything."
"Well still, that’s rude. You might be tall but that has nothing to do with being a moose. I could hex some people for messing with you if you want. You’re my best mate after all." Draco gave the barmaid his money and stood up. "Yeah, walking around sounds good. We can go look in the other shops too."
Sure. What do you have in mind?
Well I was thinking we could go to the Three Broomsticks together for a little dinner one night this week. Nothing big, but at least we’ll get out of the castle.
The clinking of Draco’s bottle against the table reminded him he still had his own bottle to finish so he drank some more butterbeer before replying. “You’d never be able to think of one.” He smiled, rolling his eyes. “The worst nickname someone’s given me is moose. I doubt you can do worse than that.”
"Why would anyone call you moose. You look nothing like a moose. That’s kind of rued if you think about it. Insulting defiantly. I’m not going to call you anything though. Unfortunately you’re one of my only true friends and I don’t want to lose you. Now I’m going to stop sounding sappy." He looked over at his friend. "Anything you want to do today?"
Matt chuckled and patted Draco on the back. “Don’t worry about it. I’m used to it.” He said jokingly. “Anyway, thanks for not calling me anything bad.” He grinned, eyes twinkling. “Not that you’d have been able to think of an original name for me.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Well I’m glad you’re not upset by it. And you’re welcome. I couldn’t call you anything bad anyways. You’re one of the few people who can actually stand me.” He finished off his new butterbeer and placed the empty bottle next to the previous one. “I’ll come up with something.”
"Yes you do." He countered with a roll of his eyes. "Let’s take Harry and Ron as an example. You talk about them all day when you’re not talking about Hermione. You even complain about the food they eat sometimes, and at this point I can almost recite half the things you say." Matt pointed out. "Also, what names could you call me? Bookworm?"
Draco ran a hand trough his hair. “Do I really complain that much? Because if I do, and if you can repeat everything, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do all that. I mean, if you did that to me, I would slap you silly. So thank you for not slapping me.” He thought for a moment. “Okay, maybe I wouldn’t call you anything bad.”
"Because if you disliked me I’d be sure to hear about it. You only whine about people you don’t like a hundred times a day, and you’d probably be calling me names if you disliked me." He answered with a smirk. "And no, Matty doesn’t count. It’s a nickname."
"I do not complain about people 100 times a day. I don’t know what you’re talking about. And you’re right, I don’t dislike you. You are one of my best friends." He rolled his eyes. "Calm down. Matty. I could still call you names if I wanted to."
Matt almost smacked himself at his friend’s words. “I didn’t mean it like that, dumbass.” He replied snappily. “They’re her friends, of course they like her. They’re supposed to like her, you can’t be friends with someone you dislike.” He rubbed at his temples wondering how Draco could be such a genius at times and a complete idiot at others.
"Oh well if that’s the case, then okay. I mean I’m sure there are other guys who like her, but I have no competition. I mean, I’m Draco freaking Malfoy." He ordered another butterbeer when the waitress came around and started drinking it again. "Well how do you know I don’t dislike you" he joked with him.