Neville Longbottom

[That'd be amazing, please to be getting rid of cold.] Heh. Right, advice. I feel like there should be a jibe there, but I can't think of one right now...remind me to insult you later. [At least they can see the slight humor in this! Draco's sort of tuning out that he's being hugged, though he's squirming a little because it's not comfortable in wet clothes.] What are you, my mother? [He knows Harry's right though so he's slipping out of the Gryffindor's coat and heading toward the dresser or whathaveyou to get clothes.] ...you don't have to stay here, you know.