they’re eleven for pete’s sake 

“I’m impressed, Potter – you’re a natural. Familiar with the feel of wood between your legs, are you?”

Harry’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Beginner’s luck I suppose. You certainly look comfortable with the feeling. Do you enjoy wood between your legs?”

Draco smirked, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Why, yes, I rather do. Were you offering?”