Summary/Comments: Same age as Harry. Slytherin. Harry takes an instant dislike to him as he reminds him of Dudley. Draco becomes Harry's enemy when Harry refuses to take his hand on the Hogwarts Express. He's good at potions, Snape likes him and he likes Snape. Flies well, becomes Slytherin Seeker in 2nd year. Thinks money and breeding are very important. Hates the Weasley's. Doesn't like Muggles, Dumbledore or Hagrid. Has an eagle owl. Appears very scared of the supernatural; ghosts, werewolves, vampires, dementors etc. Not used to pain. His father is not happy with his grades, Hermione beat him in every class. His father wanted him to go to Durmstrang but his mother wanted him close to home. Does good impressions of people and appears popular even with older Slytherins. Inclined to over-use the same joke long after everyone else has ceased finding it funny. Keeps close tabs on the current news either via his father or possibly by subscription in later books. Does not like to get involved in physical violence, usually comes off badly when he does. Shows ambition despite cowtowing to Umbridge. Still afraid of Forbidden Forest and the creatures inside it even in 5th year.
Physical Description: Pale boy (Book 1). Pale, pointed face and cold, grey eyes (Book 2). Pale eyes, silver blond hair (Book 3). A pale boy with a pointed face and white-blond hair, Draco greatly resembled his father (Book 4). Sleek blond hair (Book 4). Goes pink rather than red (Books 1 and 4). Sleek blond hair and pointed chin were just like his fathers. His grey eyes glittering malevolently. The sunlight gleaming on his white-blond head. White-faced with fury. Pale, pointed face. (Book 5).
Friends/Relatives: Father, Lucius Malfoy. Mother, Narcissa Malfoy, who is Sirius Black's cousin, Nymphadora Tonks aunt and Belladonna Lestrange's sister. Friends; Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Favourite of Severus Snape. Pansy Parkinson may have a crush on him.
Important Events/Quotes:
"Hullo," said the boy, "Hogwarts too?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at
wands," said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag
them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first-years can't have their
own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."
Harry was strongly reminded of Dudley.
"Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on.
"No," said Harry.
"Play Quidditch at all?"
"No," Harry said again.
"I do - Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I
must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"
"No," said Harry, feeling more stupid by the minute.
"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in
Slytherin, all our family have been - imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd
leave, wouldn't you?"
"Mmm," said Harry, wishing he could say something a bit more interesting.
"I say, look at that man!" said the boy suddenly, nodding towards the front
window.
"That's Hagrid," said Harry, pleased to know something the boy didn't. "He works
at Hogwarts."
"Oh," said the boy. "I've heard of him. He's some sort of servant, isn't he?"
"He's the gamekeeper," said Harry. He was liking the boy less and less every
second.
"Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage - lives in a hut in the
school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic and ends
up setting fire to his bed."
"I think he's brilliant," said Harry coldly.
"Do you?" said the boy, with a slight sneer. "Why is he with you? Where
are your parents?"
"They're dead," said Harry shortly.
"Oh, sorry," said the other, not sounding sorry at all. "But they were our
kind, weren't they?"
"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean."
"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not
the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never
even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep
it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?"
But before Harry could answer...
"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," said the drawling boy.
Harry tells Hagrid about "the pale boy in Madame Malkin's" saying "- and he said
people from Muggle families shouldn't even be allowed in -".
Pgs 81-82 - Hogwarts Express, Sept 1st
3 boys entered and Harry recognised the middle one at once: it was the pale boy
from Madame Malkin's. He was looking at Harry with a lot more interest than he'd
shown back in Diagon Alley.
"Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in
this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes," said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Standing either side of the
pale boy they looked like bodyguards.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing
where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy
looked at him.
"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all
the Weasley's have red hair, freckles and more children than they can afford."
He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much
better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong
sort. I can help you there."
He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it. "I think I can
tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he said coolly.
Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks.
"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. "Unless you're a bit
politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good
for them, either. You hang around with riff-raff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid
and it'll rub off on you."
Both Harry and Ron stood up. "Say that again," Ron said.
"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered.
"Unless you get out now," said Harry.
"But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you
still seem to have some."
Goyle goes for a Chocolate Frog. Scabbers bites him.
Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round... when
Scabbers finally flew off and hit the window, all three of them disappeared at once.
Harry tells Ron and Hermione about meeting Malfoy in Diagon Alley.
"I've heard of his family," said Ron darkly. "They were some of the first to
come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched.
My Dad doesn't believe it. He says Malfoy's father didn't need an excuse to go over
to the Dark Side."
Pg 90 and 93 - Sorting Hat and Feast
Location: Great Hall, 1st September
Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the
hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "Slytherin!"
Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking pleased with himself.
Harry looked over at the Slytherin table and saw a horrible ghost there...
He was right next to Malfoy who, Harry was pleased to see, didn't look too pleased
with the seating arrangements.
Harry had a very strange dream...
Harry told the turban he didn't want to be in Slytherin; it got heavier and heavier;
he tried to pull it off but it tightened painfully - and there was Malfoy,
laughing at him as he struggled with it - then Malfoy turned into Snape...
"Ah, yes," Snape said softly. "Harry Potter. Our new - celebrity."
Draco Malfoy and his friend Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands.
Harry didn't have the faintest idea what a bezoar was. He tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter.
Snape swept around... criticising almost everyone except Malfoy, whom he seemed
to like. He was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed
his horned slugs when...
Pgs 107-111 - Flying Lesson
Location: Hogwarts Grounds
Harry had never believed he would meet a boy he hated more than Dudley, but
that was before he met Draco Malfoy. Still, first year Gryffindors only had
potions with Slytherins, so they didn't have to put up with Malfoy much...
Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday - and Gryffindor and Slytherin
would be learning together.
"Typical," said Harry darkly. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself
on a broomstick in front of Malfoy."
...said Ron. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at
Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk."
Malfoy certainly did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly about first-
years never getting in the house Quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories
which always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters.
He wasn't the only one, though...
Harry hadn't had a single letter since Hagrid's note, something that Malfoy had been quick to notice, of course. Malfoy's eagle owl was always bringing him packages of sweets from home, which he opened gloatingly at the Slytherin table.
Neville was trying to remember what he had forgotten when Draco Malfoy, who was
passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand.
Harry and Ron jumped to their feet. They were half hoping for a reason to fight
Malfoy... Professor McGonagall... was there in a flash...
"Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."
Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table.
"Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.
Madame Hooch... walked up and down the rows correcting their grips. Harry and Ron were delighted when she told Malfoy he'd been doing it wrong for years.
No sooner were (Neville and Madame Hooch) out of earshot than Malfoy burst into
laughter. "Did you see his face, the great lump?"
The other Slytherins joined in...
"Look!" said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass.
"It's that stupid thing Longottom's gran sent him."
"Give that here, Malfoy," Harry said quietly.
Malfoy smiled nastily. "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to collect -
how about - up a tree?"
"Give it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt on to his broomstick
and taken off. He hadn't been lying, he could fly well - hovering level
with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it, Potter!" ...
Harry turned his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in mid-air. Malfoy looked
stunned.
"Give it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off that broom!"
"Oh, yeah?" said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried.
...Harry leant forward and... shot towards Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy only
just got out of the way in time...
"No Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your neck, Malfoy," Harry called.
The same thought seemed to have struck Malfoy. "Catch it if you can, then!" he
shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back towards
the ground.
Harry caught sight of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle's triumphant faces as he left... in Professor McGonagall's wake...
Ron said, "The most you and Malfoy'll be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you to refuse, anyway."
"Malfoy tricked you," Hermione said to Harry. "You realise that, don't you? He
was never going to meet you - Filch knew someone was going to be in the trophy
room, Malfoy must have tipped him off."
Harry thought she was probably right...
All they really wanted now was a way of getting back at Malfoy, and to their great delight, just such a thing arrived with the post about a week later.
...halfway across the Entrance Hall they found the way upstairs barred by Crabbe
and Goyle. Malfoy seized the package from Harry and felt it.
"That's a broomstick," he said, throwing it back to Harry with a mixture of
jealousy and spite on his face. "You'll be for it this time, Potter, first-years
aren't allowed them."
"It's not any old broomstick," Ron said... "it's a Nimbus 2000. What did you say
you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet 260?..."
"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle,"
Malfoy snapped back. "I suppose you and your brothers have to save up, twig by
twig."
...Professor Flitwick appeared at Malfoy's elbow. "Not arguing, I hope, boys?"
he squeaked.
"Potter's been sent a broomstick, Professor," said Malfoy quickly.
"Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor Flitwick...
"A Nimbus 2000, sir," said Harry, fighting not to laugh at the look of horror on
Malfoy's face. "And it's really thanks to Malfoy here that I've got it," he added.
Harry and Ron headed upstairs, smothering their laughter at Malfoy's obvious rage
and confusion.
"I do feel sorry," said Draco Malfoy, one Potions class, "for all those people
who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home."
He was looking over at Harry as he spoke. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled...
Malfoy had been even more unpleasant than usual since the Quidditch match.
Disgusted that Slytherin had lost, he had tried to get everyone laughing at how
a wide mouthed tree frog would be replacing Harry as Seeker next. Then he'd
realised that nobody found this funny, because they were all so impressed at the
way Harry had managed to stay on his bucking broomstick. So Malfoy, jealous and
angry, had gone back to taunting Harry about having no proper family.
"Would you mind moving out of the way?" came Malfoy's cold drawl from behind them.
"Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself
when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose - that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace
compared to what your family's used to."
Ron dived at Malfoy just as Snape came up the stairs. "WEASLEY!"
Ron let go of the front of Malfoy's robes.
"He was provoked," said Hagrid...
Snape takes 5 points from Gryffindor...
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle pushed roughly past the tree, scattering needles every-
where and smirking.
"What happened," Hermione asked Neville...
"Malfoy," said Neville shakily. "I met him outside the library. He said he'd been
looking for someone to practise that on." ...
"You've got to stand up to him, Neville!" said Ron. "He's used to walking all over
people, but that's no reason to lie down in front of him and make it easier."
"There's no need to tell me I'm not brave enough to be in Gryffindor, Malfoy's
already done that," Neville choked...
"You're worth 12 of Malfoy," Harry said. "The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor,
didn't it? And where's Malfoy? In stinking Slytherin."
Pgs 163-164 and 166 - Gryffindor v Hufflepuff
Location: Quidditch Spectator Stands
Someone had poked Ron in the back of the head. It was Malfoy.
"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there." Malfoy grinned broadly at Crabbe and
Goyle. "Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time? Anyone
want a bet? What about you, Weasley?" ...
"You know how I think they chooes people for the Gryffindor team?" said Malfoy
loudly a few minutes later... "It's people they feel sorry for. See, there's Potter,
who's got no parents, then there's the Weasleys, who've got no money - you should
be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains."
Neville went bright red but turned in his seat to face Malfoy. "I'm worth 12 of
you, Malfoy," he stammered.
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle howled with laughter, but Ron... said, "You tell him,
Neville."
"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying
something."
"I'm warning you, Malfoy - one more word -" said Ron... Harry makes a dive...
"You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground!"
said Malfoy.
Ron snapped. Before Malfoy knew what was happening, Ron was on top of him, wrestling
him to the ground...
"Come on, Harry!" Hermione screamed... she didn't even notice Malfoy and Ron
rolling around under her seat...
Harry saw Ron and Hermione in the distance... Ron cheering through a heavy
nosebleed.
"We won! You won! We won!" shouted Ron... "And I gave Malfoy a black eye..."
"Someone was lookin' through the gap in the curtains - it's a kid - he's runnin'
back up ter the school."
Harry bolted to the door and looked out. Even at a distance there was no mistaking
him. Malfoy had seen the dragon...
Something about the smile lurking on Malfoy's face during the next week made Harry,
Ron and Hermione very nervous...
"Hagrid," said Harry loudly. "give it a fortnight and Norbert's going to be as long as your house. Malfoy could go to Dumbledore at any moment."
..."I think the cloak's big enough to cover the two of us and Norbert," said Harry.
It was a mark of how bad the last week had been that the other two agreed with him.
Anything to get rid of Norbert - and Malfoy.
"It's not just my hand," Ron whispered... "Malfoy told Madame Pomfrey he wanted to
borrow one of my books so he could come and have a good laugh at me. He kept
threatening to tell her what really bit me ... I shouldn't have hit him at the
Quidditch match, that's why he's doing this." ...
"Oh no - I've just remembered - Charlie's letter was in that book Malfoy took,
he's going to know we're getting rid of Norbert."
"We'll have to risk it," Harry told Hermione. "We have got the invisibility cloak, Malfoy doesn't know about that."
They shrank into the shadows, staring at the dark outlines of two people grappling
with each other 10 feet away. A lamp flared.
Professor McGonagall... had Malfoy by the ear. "Detention!" she shouted. "And 20
points from Slytherin! Wandering around in the middle of the night, how dare
you..."
"You don't understand, Professor, Harry Potter's coming - he's got a dragon!"
"What utter rubbish! How dare you tell such lies! Come on - I shall see Professor
Snape about you, Malfoy!" ...
Hermione did a sort of jig. "Malfoy got detention! I could sing!"
"Don't," Harry advised her.
Chuckling about Malfoy, they waited...
No more dragon - Malfoy in detention - what could spoil their happiness?
"Harry!" Neville burst out... "I was trying to find you to warn you, I heard
Malfoy saying he was going to catch you, he said you had a drag-" ...
"It doesn't take a genius to work it out," said Professor McGonagall. "You fed
Draco Malfoy some cock-and-bull story about a dragon, trying to get him out of bed
and into trouble. I've already caught him..."
Pgs 181-183 and 186-187 - Forbidden Forest
Filch was already there - so was Malfoy. Harry had also forgotten that Malfoy had
got a detention, too...
At this, Neville let out a little moan and Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks. "The
Forest?" he repeated, and he didn't sound quite as cool as usual. "We can't go in
there at night - there's all sorts of things in there - werewolves, I heard." ...
Malfoy now turned to Hagrid. "I'm not going in that forest," he said, and Harry
was pleased to hear the note of panic in his voice.
"Yeh are if yeh want ter stay at Hogwarts," said Hagrid fiercely. "Yeh've done
wrong an' now yeh've got ter pay fer it."
"But this is servant stuff, it's not for students to do. I thought we'd be
writing lines or something. If my father knew I was doing this, he'd-"
"-tell yer that's how it is at Hogwarts," Hagrid growled. "Writin' lines! What
good's that ter anyone? Yeh'll do summat useful or yeh'll get out. If yeh think yer
father'd rather you were expelled, then get back off ter the castle an' pack. Go on!"
Malfoy didn't move. He looked at Hagrid furiously but then dropped his gaze...
"And what if whatever hurt the unicorn finds us first?" said Malfoy, unable to
keep the fear out of his voice...
"I want Fang," said Malfoy quickly, looking at Fang's long teeth...
Hagrid calls him Draco. He, Neville and Fang go right at fork...
"You don't think they've been hurt, do you?" whispered Hermione.
"I don't care if Malfoy has, but if something's got Neville..."
At last... noise announced Hagrid's return. Malfoy, Neville and Fang were with him.
Hagrid was fuming. Malfoy, it seemed, had sneaked up behind Neville and grabbed
him for a joke. Neville had panicked and sent up the sparks.
..."Right, we're changin' groups - Neville, you stay with me an' Hermione, Harry,
you go with Fang an' this idiot. I'm sorry," Hagrid added in a whisper to Harry,
"but he'll have a harder time frightenin' you, an' we've gotta get this done."
So Harry set off into the heart of the forest with Malfoy and Fang...
"Look-" he murmured, holding out his arm to stop Malfoy...
...out of the shadows, a hooded figure came crawling across the ground... Harry,
Malfoy and Fang stood transfixed. The cloaked figure reached the unicorn... and
began to drink its blood.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" Malfoy let out a terrible scream and bolted - so did Fang.
A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table. Harry could
see Draco Malfoy banging his goblet on the table. It was a sickening sight.
"Yes, yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However recent events must be
taken into account."
The room went very still. The Slytherins' smiles faded a little...
Harry, still cheering, nudged Ron in the ribs and pointed at Malfoy, who couldn't
have looked more stunned and horrified if he'd just had the Body-Bind curse put on
him.
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
"Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard - like an equal - " ...
"You can't have met many decent wizards then," said Harry...
Dobby shook his head. Then... he leapt up and started banging his head ...
"Dobby had to punish himself, sir... Dobby almost spoke ill of his family..."
"Malfoy called Hermione something. It must have been really bad because everyone
went mad," said Harry to Hagrid.
"It was bad," said Ron. "Malfoy called her 'Mudblood'..."
Hagrid looked outraged. "He didn'!" he growled at Hermione...
"It's about the most insulting thing he could think of," gasped Ron... "a really
foul name for someone who was Muggle born - you know, non-magic parents. There are
some wizards - like Malfoy's family - who think they're better than everyone else
cause they're what people call pure-blood."
"This settles it," said Ron in a triumphant voice. "Lucius Malfoy must've opened the Chamber when he was at school here and now he's told dear old Draco how to do it. It's obvious..."
Malfoy signs up to stay at school for Christmas, the trio think it's suspicious and also sign up to stay.
Draco Malfoy, who was Snape's favourite student, kept flicking puffer-fish eyes at Ron and Harry, who knew that if the retaliated they would get detention...
Harry throws a firework into Goyle's cauldron... People shrieked as splashes of
the Swelling Solution hit them. Malfoy got a faceful and his nose began to swell
like a balloon...
Harry tried not to laugh as he watched Malfoy hurry forward, his head drooping
with the weight of a nose like a small melon.
Pgs 142-145 - The Duelling Club
Snape blasts Lockhart off his feet... Malfoy and some of the other Slytherins
cheered.
Harry moved automatically towards Hermione. "I don't think so," said Snape. "Mr
Malfoy, come over here. Let's see what you make of the famous Potter..."
Malfoy strutted over, smirking. "Face your partners!" called Lockhart. "and bow!"
Harry and Malfoy barely inclined their heads, not taking their eyes off each other.
"Wands at the ready!" shouted Lockhart. "...only to disarm... 1..2..3..."
Harry swung his wand over his shoulder, but Malfoy had already started on '2': his
spell hit Harry so hard he felt as though he'd been hit over the head with a sauce-
pan. He stumbled, but everything still seemed to be working, and wasting no more
time, Harry pointed his wand straight at Malfoy and shouted, "Rictusempra!"
A jet of silver light hit Malfoy in the stomach and he doubled up, wheezing.
"I said disarm only!" Lockhart shouted in alarm as Malfoy sank to his knees;
Harry had hit him with a Tickling Charm, and he could barely move for laughing.
Harry hung back, with a vague feeling it would be unsporting to bewitch Malfoy
while he was on the floor, but this was a mistake. Gasping for breath, Malfoy
pointed his wand at Harry's knees, choked, "Tarantallegra!" and next second Harry's
legs had begun to jerk around out of his control in a kind of quickstep.
"Stop! Stop!" screamed Lockhart, but Snape took charge.
"Finite Incantatem!" he shouted; Harry's feet stopped dancing, Malfoy stopped
laughing and they were able to look up.
"I think I'd better teach you how to block unfriendly spells," said Lockhart...
"How about Malfoy and Potter?" said Snape with a twisted smile.
Lockhart gestured Harry and Malfoy into the middle of the Hall as the crowd
backed away to give them room.
"Now, Harry," said Lockhart, "when Draco points his wand at you, you do this."
...Lockhart tries to show Harry but drops his wand.
Snape moved closee to Malfoy, bent down and whispered something in his ear.
Malfoy smirked, too...
Harry looked nervously up at Lockhart and said, "Professor, could you show me that
blocking thing again?"
"Scared?" muttered Malfoy, so that Lockhart couldn't hear him.
"You wish," said Harry out of the corner of his mouth.
"3... 2... 1... " shouted Lockhart.
Malfoy raised his wand quickly and bellowed, "Serpensortia!"
Harry didn't even care that Draco Malfoy was making loud, snide remarks about his
new jumper from the Slytherin table. With a bit of luck, Malfoy would be getting
his come-uppance in a few hours' time.
Pgs 164-168 - Polyjuice Potion
A voice suddenly echoed behind Harry and Ron. Draco Malfoy was strolling towards
them, and for the first time in his life, Harry was pleased to see him.
"There you are," he drawled, looking at them. "Have you two been pigging out in
the Great Hall all this time? I've been looking for you, I want to show you
something really funny." Malfoy glanced witheringly at Percy. "And what're you
doing down here, Weasley?" he sneered.
Percy looked outraged. "You want to show a bit more respect to a school Prefect!
I don't like your attitude!"
Malfoy sneered and motioned Harry and Ron to follow him. He and Ron hurried after
Malfoy, who said as they turned into the next passage, "That Peter Weasley - "
"Percy," Ron corrected him automatically.
"Whatever," said Malfoy. "I've noticed him sneaking around a lot lately. And I
bet I know what he's up to. He thinks he's going to catch Slytherin's heir
single-handed." He gave a short, derisive laugh. Harry and Ron exchanged
excited looks. Malfoy paused by a stretch of bare, damp stone wall. "What's the
new password again?" he said to Harry. "Oh yeah - pure-blood!" said
Malfoy, not listening, and a stone door concealed in the wall slid open. Malfoy
marched through it and Harry and Ron followed him...
"Wait here," said Malfoy to Harry and Ron, motioning them to a pair of empty chairs
set back from the fire. "I'll go and get it - my father's just sent it to me - "
Wondering what Malfoy was going to show them, Harry and Ron sat down... Malfoy
came back a minute later, holding what looked like a newspaper cutting. He thrust
it under Ron's nose. "That'll give you a laugh," he said.
Shows them newspaper clipping about Ron's Dad getting in trouble for the magic car
incident.
"Well?" said Malfoy impatiently, as Harry handed the cutting back to him. "Don't
you think it's funny?"
"Ha, ha," said Harry bleakly.
"Arthur Weasley loves Muggles so much he should snap his wand in half and go and
join them," said Malfoy scornfully. "You'd never know the Weasley's were pure-
bloods, the way they behave."
Ron's - or rather, Crabbe's - face was contorted with fury.
"What's up with you, Crabbe?" snapped Malfoy.
"Stomach ache," Ron grunted.
"Well, go up to the hospital wing and give all those Mudbloods a kick from me,"
said Malfoy, snickering. "You know, I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't
reported all these attacks yet," he went on thoughtfully. "I suppose Dumbledore's
trying to hush it all up. He'll be sacked if it doesn't stop soon. Father's
always said Dumbledore's the worst thing that's ever happened to this place. He
loves Muggle-borns. A decent Headmaster would never've let slime like that Creevey
in."
Malfoy started taking pictures with an imaginary camera and did a cruel but
accurate impression of Colin: "Potter, can I have your picture, Potter? Can I have
your autograph? Can I lick your shoes, please, Potter?" He dropped his hands and
looked at Harry and Ron. "What's the matter with you two?"
Far too late, Harry and Ron forced themselves to laugh, but Malfoy seemed
satisfied; perhaps Crabbe and Goyle were always slow on the uptake.
"Saint Potter, the Mudbloods' friend," said Malfoy slowly. "He's another one with no
proper wizard feeling, or he wouldn't go around with that jumped up Granger
Mudblood. And people think he's Slytherin's heir!" ... "I wish I
knew who it is," said Malfoy petulantly. "I could help them."
Ron's jaw dropped so that Crabbe's face looked even moer gormless than usual.
Fortunately, Malfoy didn't notice. Harry said, "You must have some idea who's
behind it all..."
"You know I haven't, Goyle, how many times do I have to tell you?" snapped Malfoy.
"And father won't tell me anything about the last time the Chamber was
opened, either. Of course it was 50 years ago, so it was before his time, but he
knows all about it, and he says that it was all kept quiet and it'll look
suspicious if I know too much about it. But I know one thing: last time the
Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died. So I bet it's only a matter
of time before one of them's killed this time ... I hope it's Granger," he said
with relish.
Feeling it would be a bit of a give away if Ron punched Malfoy, Harry shot him a
warning look and said, "D'you know if the person who opened the Chamber last time
was caught?"
"Oh, yeah ... whoever it was was expelled," said Malfoy. "They're probably still
in Azkaban."
"Azkaban?" said Harry, puzzled.
"Azkaban - the wizard prison, Goyle," said Malfoy, looking at him in
disbelief. "Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backwards." He
shifted restlessly in his chair and said, "Father says to keep my head down and
let the heir of Slytherin get on with it. He says the school needs ridding of all
the Mudblood filth, but not to get mixed up in it. Of course, he's got a lot on
his plate at the moment. You know the Ministry of Magic raided our Manor last
week?" ... "Yeah... Luckily, they didn't find much. Father's got some very
valuable Dark Arts stuff. But luckily, we've got our own secret chamber under the
drawing room floor - "
"Ho!" said Ron. Malfoy looked at him. So did Harry. Ron blushed. Even his hair was
turning red. His nose was also slowly lengthening - their hour was up... They both
jumped to their feet. "Medicine for my stomach," Ron grunted... they ran out,
hoping against hope that Malfoy hadn't noticed anything.
"...we still haven't found out who's doing the attacks, but I'm going to write
to Dad and tell him to check under the Malfoys' drawing room."
"That Draco Malfoy character," said Ernie (Macmillan)... "he seems very pleased
about all this, doesn't he? D'you know, I think he might be Slytherin's
heir." ... "Do you think it's Malfoy, Harry?"
"No," said Harry, so firmly that Ernie and Hannah stared.
"Everyone gather round..." said Hargrid. "...firs' thing yeh'll want ter do is
open yer books - "
"How?" said the cold, drawling voice of Draco Malfoy.
"Eh?" said Hagrid.
"How do we open our books?" Malfoy repeated. He took out his copy of The
Monster Book of Monsters, which he had bound shut with a length of rope...
"Oh, how silly we've all been!" Malfoy sneered. "We should have stroked
them! Why didn't we guess!"
"I... I thought they were funny," Hagrid said.
"Oh, tremendously funny!" said Malfoy. "Really witty, giving us books that try and
rip our hands off!"
"Shut up, Malfoy," said Harry quietly...
Hagrid goes to get the animals.
"God, this place is going to the dogs," said Malfoy loudly. "That oaf teaching
classes, my father'll have a fit when I tell him - "
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry repeated.
"Careful, Potter, there's a Dementor behind you - "
Hagrid brings out the Hippogriffs... "Now, firs' thing yeh gotta know abou'
Hippogriffs is they're proud," said Hagrid. "Easily offended, Hippogriffs are.
Don't never insult one, 'cause it might be the last thing yeh do."
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle weren't listening; they were talking in an undertone and
Harry had a nasty feeling they were plotting how best to disrupt the lesson.
...Harry volunteers to go first...
Malfoy's eyes were narrowed maliciously (as Hagrid untied the Hippogriff).
Harry pats the Hippogriff. The class broke into applause, all except for Malfoy,
Crabbe and Goyle, who were looking deeply disappointed.
...Harry rides/flies the Hippogriff...
"Good work, Harry!" roared Hagrid, as everyone except Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle
cheered...
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had taken over Buckbeak. He had bowed to Malfoy, who was
now patting his beak, looking disdainful. "This is very easy," Malfoy drawled,
loud enough for Harry to hear him. "I knew it must have been, if Potter could do
it ... I bet you're not dangerous at all, are you?" he said to the Hippogriff.
"Are you, you ugly great brute?"
It happened in a flash of steely talons; Malfoy let out a high-pitched scream and
next moment, Hagrid was wrestling Buckbeak back into his collar as he strained to
get at Malfoy, who lay curled in the grass, blood blossoming over his robes.
"I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's
killed me!"
"Yer not dyin'!" said Hagrid, who had gone very white. "Someone help me - gotta
get him outta here - "
Hermione ran to open the gate while Hagrid lifted Malfoy easily. As they passed,
Harry saw that there was a long, deep gash in Malfoy's arm; blood splattered the
grass and Hagrid ran with him, up the slope towards the castle.
Very shaken, the Care of Magical Creatures class followed at a walk. The Slytherins
were all shouting about Hagrid. "They should sack him straight away!" said Pansy
Parkinson, who was in tears.
"It was Malfoy's fault!" snapped Dean Thomas...
"I'm going to see if he's OK!" said Pansy...
"D'you think he'll be all right?" said Hermione nervously.
"Course he will, Madam Pomfrey can mend cuts in about a second," said Harry.
... "Trust Malfoy to mess things up for (Hagrid)..." said Ron.
Pgs 94-98 - Potions
Malfoy didn't reappear in classes until late on Thursday morning, when the
Slytherins and Gryffindors were halfway through double Potions. He swaggered into
the dungeon, his right arm covered in bandages and bound up in a sling, acting, in
Harry's opinion, as though he was the heroic survivor of some dreadful battle.
"How is it, Draco?" simpered Pansy Parkinson. "Does it hurt much?"
"Yeah," said Malfoy, putting on a brave sort of grimace. But Harry saw him wink at
Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy had looked away.
Malfoy had always been able to get away with anything in Snape's classes...
Malfoy set up his cauldron right next to Harry and Ron, so that they were
preparing their ingredients on the same table. "Sir," Malfoy called, "sir, I'll
need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm - "
"Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," said Snape.
Ron went brick red. "There's nothing wrong with your arm," he hissed at Malfoy.
Malfoy smirked across the table. "Weasley, you heard Professor Snape, cut up
these roots."
Ron seized his knife, pulled Malfoy's roots towards him and began to chop them
roughly, so that they were all different sizes.
"Professor," drawled Malfoy, "Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir."
"Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley," said Snape ... "Now."
Ron shoved his own beautifully cut roots across the table at Malfoy, then took up
the knife again.
"And, sir, I'll need this Shrivelfig skinned," said Malfoy, his voice full of
malicious laughter.
"Potter, you can skin Malfoy's Shrivelfig," said Snape.
Harry took Malfoy's Shrivelfig ... skinned it as fast as he could and flung it back
across the table at Malfoy without speaking. Malfoy was smirking more broadly than
ever. "Seen your pal Hagrid lately?" he asked them quietly.
"None of your business," said Ron.
"I'm afraid he won't be a teacher much longer," said Malfoy, in a tone of mock
sorrow. "Father's not very happy about my injury - "
"Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give you a real injury," snarled Ron.
"- he's complained to the school governors. And to the Ministry of Magic.
Father's got a lot of influence, you know. And a lasting injury like this - " he
gave a huge, fake sigh, "who knows if my arm'll ever be the same again?"
"So that's why you're putting it on," said Harry, shaking in anger. "To try and
get Hagrid sacked."
"Well," said Malfoy, lowering his voice to a whisper, "partly, Potter.
But there are other benefits, too. Weasley, slice my caterpillars for me."
"Hey, Harry, have you heard?" said Seamus Finnigan. "Daily Prophet this morning -
they reckon Sirius Black's been sighted."
"Where?" said Harry and Ron quickly. On the other side of the table, Malfoy looked
up, listening closely.
"Not too far from here," said Seamus...
Ron turned around and saw Malfoy watching closely. "What Malfoy? Need something
else skinning?"
But Malfoy's eyes were shining malevolently, and they were fixed on Harry. He
leant across the table. "Thinking of trying to catch Black single-handed, Potter?"
"Yeah, that's right," said Harry.
Malfoy's thin mouth was curving in a mean smile. "Of course, if it was me," he
said quietly, "I'd have done something before now. I wouldn't be staying in
school like a good boy, I'd be out there looking for him."
"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" said Ron roughly.
"Don't you know, Potter?" breathed Malfoy, his pale eyes narrowed.
"Know what?"
Malfoy let out a low, sneering laugh. "Maybe you'd rather not risk your neck," he
said. "Want to leave it to the Dementors, do you? But if it was me, I'd want
revenge. I'd want to hunt him down myself."
"What are you talking about?" said Harry angrily...
"What did Malfoy mean?" Harry muttered to Ron. "Why would I want revenge on Black?
He hasn't done antyhing to me - yet."
"He's making it up," said Ron, savagely, "he's trying to make you do something
stupid..."
... Harry was still thinking about what Malfoy had said (as they left)...
Malfoy passed them, walking between Crabbe and Goyle. He smirked at Harry and
disappeared.
It had been such a good evening that Harry's good mood couldn't even be spoiled by Malfoy, who shouted through the crowd as they all left the Hall, "The Dementors send their love, Potter!"
The Slytherin team were looking very smug indeed, and none more so than Malfoy. "Ah, if only my ram was feeling a bit better!" he sighed, as the gale outside pounded the windows.
Just before he entered the changing room, Harry saw Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle laughing and pointing at him from under an enormous umbrella on their way to the stadium.
".. you could get a Nimbus 2001, like Malfoy's got," said Wood.
"I'm not buying anything Malfoy think is good," said Harry flatly.
"Sure you can manage that broom, Potter?" said a cold, drawling voice. Draco
Malfoy had arrived for a closer look, Crabbe and Goyle right behind him.
"Yeah, reckon so," said Harry casually.
"Got plenty of special features, hasn't it?" said Malfoy, eyes glittering
maliciously. "Shame it doesn't come with a parachute - in case you get too
near a Dementor."
Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.
"Pity you can't attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy," said Harry. "Then it
could catch the Snitch for you."
The Gryffindor team laughed loudly. Malfoy's pale eyes narrowed, and he stalked
away. They watched him rejoin the rest of the Slytherin team, who put their heads
together, no doubt asking Malfoy whether Harry's broom really was a Firebolt.
Lupin leads Harry over to see the dementors his Patronus deafeated...
"You gave Mr Malfoy quite a fright," said Lupin.
Harry stared. Lying in a crumpled heap on the ground were Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle
and Marcus Flint, the Slytherin team captain, all struggling to remove themselves
from long, black, hooded robes. It looked as though Malfoy had been standing on
Goyle's shoulders. Standing over them, with an expression of the utmost fury on her
face, was Professor McGonagall.
"An unworthy trick!" she was shouting. "A low and cowardly attempt to sabotage
the Gryffindor Seeker! Detention for all of you, and 50 points from Slytherin!..."
If anything could have set the seal on Gryffindor's victory, it was this. Ron,
who had fought his way through to Harry's side, doubled up with laughter as they
watched Malfoy fighting to extricate himself from the robe, Goyle's head still
stuck inside it.
Pgs 206-209 - The Shrieking Shack
Harry, feeling hot from their climb, was just considering taking off the
(Invisibility) Cloak for a few minutes, when they heard voices nearby. Someone
was climbing towards the house from the other side of the hill; moments later,
Malfoy had appeared, followed closely by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy was speaking,
"...should have an owl from Father any time now. He had to go to the hearing to
tell them about my arm ... about how I couldn't use it for 3 months..." ...
"I really wish I could hear that great hairy moron trying to defend himself ...
'There's no 'arm in 'im'onest - ' that Hippogriff's as good as dead - " Malfoy
suddenly caught sight of Ron. His pale face split in a malevolent grin. "What
are you doing, Weasley?" Malfoy looked at the crumbling house behind Ron.
"Suppose you'd love to live here, wouldn't you, Weasley? Dreaming about having
your own bedroom? I heard your family all sleep in one room - is that true?"
Harry seized the back of Ron's robes to stop him leaping on Malfoy. "Leave him to
me," he hissed in Ron's ear... Harry crept silently around behind Malfoy, Crabbe
and Goyle, bent down and scooped a large handful of mud out of the path.
"We were just discussing your friend Hagrid," Malfoy said to Ron. "Just trying
to imagine what he's saying to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous
Creatures. D'you think he'll cry when they cut off his Hippogriff's - "
SPLAT!
Malfoy's head jerked forwards as the mud hit him; his silver-blond hair was
suddenly dripping in muck.
"What the - ?"
Ron had to hold onto the fence to keep himself standing, he was laughing so hard.
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle spun stupidly on the spot, staring wildly around, Malfoy
trying to wipe his hair clean.
"What was that? Who did that?"
"Very haunted up here, isn't it?" said Ron.
Malfoy was staring madly around at the deserted landscape. Harry sneaked along the
path, where a particularly sloppy puddle yielded some foul-smelling, green
sludge. SPLATTER!
"It came from over there!" said Malfoy, wiping his face, and staring at a spot
some 6 feet to the left of Harry.... Crabbe's foot caught the hem of Harry's
Cloak. Harry felt a great tug, then the Cloak slid off his face.
For a split second, Malfoy stared at him. "AAARGH!" he yelled, pointing at Harry's
head. Then he turned tail and ran, at breakneck speed, back down the hill, Crabbe
and Goyle behind him.
Would Malfoy believe what he had seen? Would anyone believe Malfoy? Nobody knew about the Invisibility Cloak - nobody except Dumbledore. Harry's stomach turned over - Dumbledore would know exactly what had happened, if Malfoy said anything -
Harry sat. Snape, however, remained standing.
"Mr Malfoy has just been to see me with a strange story, Potter," said Snape...
"He tells me that he was up by the Shrieking Shack when he ran into Weasley -
apparantly alone." ... "Mr Malfoy states that he was standing talking to Weasley,
when a large amount of mud hit him on the back of the head. How do you think that
could have happened?"
Harry tried to look surprised. "I don't know, Professor."
"Mr Malfoy then saw an extraordinary apparition. Can you imagine what that might
have been, Potter?" ... "It was your head, Potter. Floating in mid-air."
"Maybe he better go to Madam Pomfrey," said Harry. "If he's seeing things like -"
... "It sounds like Malfoy's having hallucin-"
"Malfoy is not having hallucinations," snarled Snape...
Hagrid turned round and hurried back towards his cabin, his face buried in his
handkerchief.
"Look at him blubber!" Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had been standing just inside the
castle doors, listening. "Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?" said
Malfoy. "And he's supposed to be our teacher!"
Harry and Ron both made furious moves towards Malfoy, but Hermione got there
first - SMACK! She had slapped Malfoy around the face with all the strength she
could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe and Goyle stood flabbergasted
as Hermione raised her hand again. "Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic,
you foul - you evil - "
"Hermione!" said Ron weakly, and he tried to grab her hand as she swung it back.
"Get off, Ron!"
Hermione pulled out her wand. Malfoy stepped backwards. Crabbe and Goyle looked at
him for instructions, thoroughly bewildered. "C'mon," Malfoy muttered, and next
moment, all 3 of them had disappeared into the passageway to the dungeons.
Pgs 222-229 - The Quidditch Final
Harry doubted whether any of them, even Wood, wanted to win as much as he did.
The enmity between Harry and Malfoy was at its highest point ever. Malfoy was
still smarting about the mud-throwing incident in Hogsmeade, and even more
furious that Harry had somehow wormed his way out of punishment. Harry hadn't
forgotten Malfoy's attempt to sabotage him in the match against Ravenclaw, but
it was the matter of Buckbeak that made him most determined to beat Malfoy in
front of the entire school.
Harry slept badly. First he dreamed that he had overslept... Then he dreamed that Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team arrived at the match riding dragons. He was flying at breakneck speed, trying to avoid a spurt of flames from Malfoy's steed's mouth, when he realised he had forgotten his Firebolt. He fell through the air and awoke with a start.
The Gryffindor team enter the Great Hall to applause from all 3 houses... The Slytherin table hissed loudly as they passed. Harry noticed that Malfoy looked even paler than usual.
Malfoy was easily the smallest person on the Slytherin team, the rest of them were enormous.
Harry glanced around, saw Malfoy on his tail, and sped off in search of the Snitch.
It was essential that (Harry) hold Malfoy off the Snitch until Gryffindor was more than more than 50 points up ...
Harry felt a huge jolt of excitement. He had seen the Snitch - it was at the foot of one of the Gryffindor goalposts - but he mustn't catch it yet. And if Malfoy saw it... Faking a look of sudden concentration, Harry pulled his Firebolt around and sped off towards the Slytherin end. It worked. Malfoy went haring after him, clearly thinking Harry had seen the Snitch there...
The Snitch had disappeared again. Malfoy was still keeping close to Harry as he soared over the match, looking around for it ...
Gryffindor were 60 points in the lead, and if Harry caught the Snitch now, the
Cup was theirs ... he soared around the pitch, high above the rest of the game,
with Malfoy speeding along behind him. And then he saw it. The Snitch was
sparkling 20 feet above him. Harry put on a huge burst of speed... he stretched
out his hand, but suddenly, the Firebolt was slowing down - Horrified, he
looked around. Malfoy had thrown himself forward, grabbed hold of the Firebolt's
tail and was pulling it back. "You - " Harry was angry enough to hit Malfoy, but
he couldn't reach. Malfoy was panting with the effort of holding onto the
Firebolt, but his eyes were sparkling maliciously. He had achieved what he'd
wanted - the Snitch had disappeared again.
"Penalty! Penalty to Gryffindor" I've never seen such tactics!" Madam Hooch
screeched, shooting up to where Malfoy was sliding back onto his Nimbus 2001.
"YOU CHEATING SCUM!" Lee Jordan was howling. Professor McGonagall didn't even
bother to tell him off. She was actually shaking her first in Malfoy's direction;
her hat had fallen off, and she, too, was shouting furiously.
Harry was now marking Malfoy so closely their knees kept hitting each other.
Harry wasn't going to let Malfoy anywhere near the Snitch...
"Get out of it, Potter!" Malfoy yelled in frustration, as he tried to turn and
found Harry blocking him.
Harry looked round. Every single Slytherin player apart from Malfoy, even the
Slytherin keeper, was streaking up the pitch towards Angelina - they were all
going to block her - Harry wheeled the Firebolt about, bent so low he was lying
flat along the handle and kicked it forwards. Like a bullet, he shot towards the
Slytherins. They scattered as the Firebolt zoomed towards them...
.. then (Harry) saw something that made his heart stand still. Malfoy was
diving, a look of triumph on his face - there, a few feet above the grass below,
was a tiny, golden shimmer. Harry urged the Firebolt downwards but Malfoy was
miles ahead... They were gaining on Malfoy... he was at Malfoy's ankles... he
was level - Harry threw himself fowards, taking both hands off his broom. He
knocked Malfoy's arm out of the way and - "YES!" He pulled out of his dive, his
hand in the air, and the stadium exploded. Harry had the Snitch.
Malfoy was furious about Buckbeak. He was convinced that Hagrid had found a way of smuggling the Hippogriff to safety, and seemed outraged that he and his father had been outwitted by a gamekeeper.
"Dad, we met Draco Malfoy in the woods, and he as good as told us his dad was one of those nutters in masks! And we all know the Malfoys were right in with You-Know-Who!"
"Ah, think of all the possibilities," said Ron dreamily. "It would've been so easy to push Malfoy off a glacier and make it look like an accident... shame his mother likes him..."
"We saw (Krum) right up close, as well," said Ron. "We were in the Top Box -"
"For the first and last time in your life, Weasley." Draco Malfoy had
appeared in the doorway. Behind him stood Crabbe and Goyle... Evidently they had
overheard the conversation through the compartment door, which Dean and Seamus had
left ajar.
"Don't remember asking you to join us, Malfoy," said Harry coolly.
"Weasley... what is that?" said Malfoy, pointing (at Ron's dress robes).
Ron made to stuff the robes out of sight, but Malfoy was too quick for him; he
seized the sleeve and pulled. "Look at this!" said Malfoy in ecstacy, holding up
Ron's robes and showing Crabbe and Goyle. "Weasley, you weren't thinking of
wearing these, were you? I mean - they were very fashionable in about
1890..."
"Eat dung, Malfoy!" said Ron, snatching them back out of Malfoy's grip. Malfoy
howled in derisive laughter, Crabbe and Goyle guffawed stupidly.
"So... going to enter, Weasley? Going to try and bring a bit of glory to the
family name? There's money involved as well, you know... you'd be able to afford
some decent robes if you won..."
"What are you talking about?" snapped Ron.
"Are you going to enter?" Malfoy repeated. "I suppose you will,
Potter? You never miss a chance to show off, do you?"
"Either explain what you're on about or go away, Malfoy," said Hermione testily.
A gleeful smile spread across Malfoy's pale face. "Don't tell me you don't
know?" he said delightedly. "You've got a father and brother at the Ministry
and you don't even know? My God, my father told me about it ages
ago... heard it from Cornelius Fudge. But then, Father's always associated with the
top people at the Ministry... maybe your father's too junior to know about it,
Weasley... yes... they probably don't talk about important stuff in front of him..."
Laughing once more, Malfoy beckoned to Crabbe and Goyle, and the 3 of them
disappeared.
On the other side of the Hall Draco Malfoy's eagle owl had landed on his shoulder, carrying what looked like his usual supply of sweets and cakes from home.
"Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive," said Malfoy sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting and bite all at once?"
"You know perfectly well I only said that to shut Malfoy up," said Hermione. "As
a matter of fact I think he's right. The best thing to do would be to stamp on
the lot of them before they start attacking us all."
Pgs 179-183 - Ferret
They had just joined the end of the line (into the Hall for dinner), when a loud
voice rang out behind them. "Weasley! Hey, Weasley!" Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle
were standing there looking thoroughly pleased about something.
"Your dad's in the paper, Weasley!" said Malfoy, brandishing a copy of the Daily
Prophet, and speaking very loudly, so that everyone in the packed Entrance Hall
cvould hear. "Listen to this!" Draco reads from the paper... Malfoy looked up.
"Imagine them not even getting his name right, Weasley, it's almost as though he's
a complete nonentity, isn't it?" he crowed. Everyone in the Entrance Hall was
listening now. Malfoy straightened the paper with a flourish and read on: ...
"And there's a picture, Weasley!" said Malfoy, flipping the paper over and
holding it up. "A picture of your parents outside their house - if you can call
it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?"
Ron was shaking with fury, everyone was staring at him. "Get stuffed, Malfoy,"
said Harry. "C'mon, Ron..."
"Oh yeah, you were staying with them this summer, weren't you, Potter?" sneered
Malfoy. "So tell me, is his mother really that porky, or is it just the picture?"
"You know your mother, Malfoy?" said Harry - both he and Hermione had grabbed
the back of Ron's robes to stop him launching himself at Malfoy - "That expression
she's got, like she's got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that,
or was it just because you were with her?"
Malfoy's pale face went slightly pink. "Don't you dare insult my mother, Potter."
"Keep your fat mouth shut, then," said Harry, turning away.
BANG! Several people screamed - Harry felt something white hot graze the side of
his face - he plunged his hand into his robes for his wand, but before he'd even
touched it, he heard a second loud BANG, and a roar which echoed through the
Entrance Hall.
"OH NO YOU DON'T, LADDIE!" Professor Moody was limping down the marble staircase.
His wand was out and it was pointing right at a pure white ferret, which was
shivering on the stone-flagged floor, exactly where Malfoy had been standing...
"LEAVE IT!" Moody shouted.
"Leave - what?" Harry said, bewildered.
"Not you - him!" Moody growled, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Crabbe,
who had just frozen, about to pick up the white ferret... Moody started to limp
towards Crabbe, Goyle and the ferret, which gave a terrified squeak and took off,
streaking towards the dungeons. "I don't think so!" roared Moody, pointing his
wand at the ferret again - it flew 10 feet in the air, fell with a smack to the
floor, and then bounced upwards once more. "I don't like people who attack when
their opponent's back's turned," growled Moody, as the ferret bounced higher and
higher, squealing in pain. "Stinking, cowardly, scummy thing to do..." The ferret
flew through the air, its legs and tail flailing helplessly. "Never - do - that -
again - " said Moody, speaking each word as the ferret hit the stone floor and
bounced upwards again.
Moody continues bouncing Draco until Prof McGonagall stops him...
...a moment later, with a loud snapping noise, Draco Malfoy had reappeared,
lying in a heap on the floor with his sleek blond hair all over his now
brilliantly pink face. He got to his feet wincing.
"I'll (speak to Snape), then," said Moody, staring at Malfoy with great dislike.
Malfoy, whose pale eyes were still watering with pain and humiliation, looked
malevolently up at Moody and muttered something in which the words 'my father'
were distinguishable.
"Oh yeah?" said Moody. "Well, I know your father of old, boy... you tell him
Moody's keeping a close eye on his son... you tell him that from me... now, your
Head of House'll be Snape, will it?"
"Yes," said Malfoy resentfully.
... "come on, you..." And he seized Malfoy's upper arm and marched him off
towards the dungeons.
"Because I want to fix that in my memory forever," said Ron, his eyes closed and
an uplifted expression on his face. "Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret..."
Harry and Hermione both laughed... "He could have really hurt Malfoy, though,"
Hermione said. "It was good, really, that Professor McGonagall stopped it -"
"Hermione!" said Ron furiously... "You're ruining the best moment of my life!"
The Skrewts rampage when they try to make them hibernate... Most of the class - Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle in the lead - had fled into Hagrid's cabin...
"Dobby could tell Harry Potter that his old masters were - were - bad Dark wizards!"
Draco Malfoy, of course, was still quoting Rita Skeeter's article at him at every possible opportunity, but he was getting fewer and fewer laughs out of it -
"You're joking, Weasley?" said Malfoy, behind them. "You're not telling me
someone's asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood?"
Harry and Ron both whipped around, but Hermione said loudly, waving to somebody
over Malfoy's shoulder, "Hello, Professor Moody!"
Malfoy went pale and jumped backwards, looking wildly around for Moody, but he
was still up at the staff table, finishing his stew.
"Twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?" said Hermione scathingly...
Pansy Parkinson gaped at (Hermione) as she walked by with Malfoy, and even he didn't seem to be able to find an insult to throw at her.
"Oh, he hasn't been attacked, Potter, if that's what you're thinking," said Malfoy
softly. "No, he's just too ashamed to show his big ugly face."
"What d'you mean?" said Harry sharply.
Malfoy put his hand inside the pocket of his robes, and pulled out a folded page
of newspaper. "There you go," he said. "Hate to break it to you, Potter..." He
smirked as Harry snatched the page...
"I was attacked by a Hippogriff, and my friend Vincent Crabbe got a bad bite
off a Flobberworm," says Draco Malfoy, a 4th-year student. "We all hate Hagrid,
but we're just too scared to say anything."
"Wat d'you mean, 'We all hate Hagrid'?" Harry spat at Malfoy. "What's this
rubbish about him" - he pointed at Crabbe - "getting a bad bite off a
Flobberworm? They haven't even got teeth!"
"Well, I think this should put an end to that oaf's teaching career," said
Malfoy, his eyes glinting. "Half-giant... and there was me thinking he'd just
swallowed a bottle of Skele-Gro when he was young... none of the mummies and
daddies are going to like this at all... they'll be worried he'll eat their
kids, ha, ha..."
Malfoy was gloating at every possible opportunity. "Missing you half-breed pal?" he kept whispering to Harry, whenever there was a teacher around, so that he was safe from Harry's retaliation. "Missing the elephant man?"
...before Harry could demand to see the paper, Draco Malfoy shouted across the
Great Hall from the Slytherin table. "Hey, Potter! Potter! How's your
head? You feeling all right? Sure you're not going to go berserk on us?"
Malfoy was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet, too. Slytherins up and down the
table were sniggering, twisting in their seats to see Harry's reaction.
From the Daily Prophet article... 'Potter can speak Parseltongue,' reveals Draco
Malfoy, a Hogwarts fourth-year. 'There were a lot of attacks on students a
couple of years ago, and most people thought Potter was behind them after they
saw him lose his temper at a Duelling Club and set a snake on another boy. It was
all hushed up, though. But he's made friends with werewolves and giants too. We
think he'd do anything for a bit of power.'
...Over on the Slytherin table, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were laughing at him,
tapping their heads with their fingers, pulling grotesquely mad faces and waggling
their tongues like snakes.
Dumbledore raises his goblet to Harry, the school follows him...
But, through a gap in the standing figures, Harry saw that Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle
and many of the other Slytherins had remained defiantly in their seats, their
goblets untouched. Dumbledore ... did not see them.
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Hermione tells Ron and Harry about Rita Skeeter being an animagus...
The door of the compartment slid open. "Very clever, Granger," said Draco Malfoy.
Crabbe and Goyle were standing behind him. All three of them looked more pleased
with themselves, more arrogant and more menacing, than Harry had ever seen them.
"So," said Malfoy slowly, advancing slightly into the compartment, and looking
around at them, a smirk quivering on his lips. "You caight some pathetic reporter,
and Potter's Dumbledore's favourite boy again. Big deal." His smirk widened.
Crabbe and Goyle leered. "Trying not to think about it, are we?" said Malfoy
softly, looking around at all three of them. "Trying to pretend it hasn't
happened?"
"Get out," said Harry. He had not been near Malfoy since he had watched him
muttering to Crabbe and Goyle during Dumbledore's speech about Cedric. He could
feel a kind of ringing in his ears. His hand gripped his wand under his robes.
"You've picked the losing side, Potter! I warned you! I told you you ought to
choose your company more carefully, remember? When we met on the train, first day
at Hogwarts? I told you not to hang around with riff-raff like this!" he jerked
his head at Ron and Hermione. "Too late now, Potter! They'll be the first to go,
now the Dark Lord's back! Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers first! Well - second -
Diggory was the f-"
... Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were all lying unconscious in the doorway...
...(Fred) had his wand out, and so did George, who was careful to tread on
Malfoy as he followed Fred inside.
...Ron, Harry and George kicked, rolled and pushed the unconscious Malfoy, Crabbe
and Goyle - each of whom looked distinctly the worse for the jumble of jinxes
with which they had been hit - out into the corridor, then came back into the
compartment and rolled the door shut.
(Harry) left the compartment before (Fred and George) could say another word, stepping over Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, who were still lying on the floor, covered in hex marks.