"Well, look who it is. Potty and the Weasel."
-- Draco Malfoy (PA5)
Quotes by and about Draco Malfoy
From Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone
‘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 the first-years can’t have their own. I think I’ll bully father into getting me one and I’ll smuggle it in somehow.’ (PS5)
“My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford…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.” (PS6)
On playing Quidditch: ‘I do – Father says it’s a crime if I’m not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree.’ (PS5)
‘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?’ (PS5)
On Hagrid: ‘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.’ (PS5)
‘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?’ (PS5)
‘Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.’ (PS6)
‘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.’ (PS6)
‘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.’ (PS6)
‘Oh, you’re going to fight us, are you?’ Malfoy sneered. (PS6)
‘But we don’t feel like leaving, do we, boys? We’ve eaten all our food, and you still seem to have some.’ (PS6)
Ron: ‘Anyway, I know Malfoy’s always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet it’s all talk.’ (PS9)
On the Remembrall: ‘I think I’ll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to collect – how about – up a tree?’ (PS9)
‘I’d take you on any time on my own,’ said Malfoy. ‘Tonight, if you want. Wizard’s duel. Wands only – no contact. What’s the matter? Never heard of a wizard’s duel before, I suppose?’ (PS9)
‘What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn’t afford the handle,’ Malfoy snapped back. ‘I suppose you and your brothers have to save up, twig by twig.’ (PS10)
‘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.’ (PS12)
‘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.’ (PS12)
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?’ (PS13)
‘You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?’ said Malfoy a few minutes later, as Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty for no reason at all. ‘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.’ (PS13)
‘Longbottom, if brains were gold you’d be poorer than Weasley, and that’s saying something.’ (PS13)
On Harry seeing the Snitch: ‘You’re in luck, Weasley, Potter’s obviously spotted some money on the ground!’ said Malfoy. (PS13)
‘The Forest?’ he [Malfoy] 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.’ (PS15)
‘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 –’ (PS15)
‘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… (PS15)
‘AAAAAAAAAAARGH!’ Malfoy let out a terrible scream and bolted… (PS15)
From Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
‘Draco Malfoy,’ Harry explained. ‘He hates me.’ (CS3)
Draco to his father: ‘I thought you were going to buy me a present.’ (CS4)
‘What’s the good of that if I’m not in the house team?’ said Malfoy, looking sulky and bad-tempered. ‘Harry Potter got a Nimbus Two Thousand last year. Special permission from Dumbledore so he could play for Gryffindor. He’s not even that good, it’s just because he’s famous… famous for having a stupid scar on his forehead…’
‘… everyone thinks he’s so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick –’
‘You have told me this at least a dozen times already,’ said Mr Malfoy… (CS4)
‘I hope my son will amount to more than a thief or a plunderer, Borgin,’ said Mr Malfoy coldly… ‘Though if his school marks don’t pick up,’ said Mr Malfoy, more coldly still, ‘that may indeed be all he is fit for.’ (CS4)
‘Bet you loved that, didn’t you Potter?’ said a voice Harry had no trouble recognising… ‘Famous Harry Potter,’ said Malfoy. ‘Can’t even go into a book-shop without making the front page.’ (CS4)
‘Potter, you’ve got yourself a girlfriend!’ drawled Malfoy… (CS4)
‘Oh, it’s you,’ said Ron, looking at Malfoy as if he were something unpleasant… (CS4)
‘Signed photos? You’re giving out signed photos, Potter?’ (CS6)
‘Everyone queue up!’ Malfoy roared to the crowd. ‘Harry Potter’s giving out signed photos!’ (CS6)
‘Jealous?… Of what? I don’t want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don’t think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself.’ (CS6)
‘Be careful, Weasley,’ sneered Malfoy. ‘You don’t want to start any trouble or your mummy’ll have to come and take you away from school.’ He put on a shrill, piercing voice. ‘If you put another toe out of line –’ (CS6)
‘Weasley would like a signed photo, Potter,’ smirked Malfoy. ‘It’d be worth more than his family’s whole house.’ (CS6)
On the Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones: ‘Good, aren’t they?’ said Malfoy smoothly. ‘But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives, I expect a museum would bid for them,’ (CS7)
‘No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood.’ (CS7)
‘Training for the ballet, Potter?’ yelled Malfoy… (CS10)
‘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 Weasleys were pure-bloods, the way they behave.’ (CS12)
‘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.’ (CS12)
‘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!’ (CS12)
‘I wish I knew who it is,’ said Malfoy petulantly. ‘I could help them.’ (CS12)
‘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 fifty 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. (CS12)
‘Azkaban – the wizard prison, Goyle,’ said Malfoy looking at him in disbelief. Honestly, if you were any slower, you’d be going backwards.’ (CS12)
‘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? … 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 –’ (CS12)
‘Wonder what Potter’s written in this?’ said Malfoy, who obviously hadn’t noticed the year on the cover, and thought he had Harry’s own diary…
‘Hand it over, Malfoy,’ said Percy sternly.
‘When I’ve had a look,’ said Malfoy… (CS13)
‘I always thought Father might be the one who got rid of Dumbledore. I told you he thinks Dumbledore’s the worst Headmaster the school’s ever had. Maybe we’ll get a decent Headmaster now. Someone who won’t want the Chamber of Secrets closed. McGonagall won’t last long, she’s only filling in…” [to Snape] “Sir, why don’t you apply for the headmaster’s job?’ (CS15)
‘Yeah, right,’ said Malfoy, smirking. ‘I expect you’d have Father’s vote, sir, if you wanted to apply for the job. I’ll tell father you’re the best teacher here, sir…’ (CS15)
‘I’m surprised all the Mudbloods haven’t packed their bags by now,’ Malfoy went on. ‘Bet you five Galleons the next one dies. Pity it wasn’t Granger…’ (CS15)
From Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
‘Well, look who it is,’ said Malfoy in his usual, lazy drawl, pulling open the compartment door. ‘Potty and the Weasel.’ (PA5)
‘I heard your rather finally got his hands on some gold this summer, Weasley,’ said Malfoy. ‘Did your mother die of shock?’ (PA5)
‘You fainted, Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? You actually fainted!’ (PA5)
‘Did you faint as well, Weasley?’ said Malfoy loudly. ‘Did the scary old Dementors frighten you, too, Weasley?’ (PA5)
George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again. ‘That little git,’ he said calmly. ‘He wasn’t so cocky last night when the Dementors were down our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn’t he, Fred?’
‘Nearly wet himself,’ said Fred, with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy. (PA6)
‘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,’ said Hagrid uncertainly to Hermione.
‘Oh, tremendously funny!’ said Malfoy. ‘Really witty, giving use books that try and rip our hands off!’ (PA6)
‘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 –’ (PA6)
‘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 great ugly brute?’ (PA6)
‘I’m dying!’ Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. ‘I’m dying, look at me! It’s killed me!’ (PA6)
‘He’s faking it,’ said Harry at once. ‘Madam Pomfrey can mend anything. She regrew half my bones last year. Trust Malfoy to milk it for all it’s worth.’ (PA6)
‘Sir,’ Malfoy called [to Snape], ‘sir, I’ll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm –’ (PA7)
‘Professor,’ drawled Malfoy, ‘Weasley’s mutilating my roots, sir.’ (PA7)
‘And sir, I’ll need this Shrivelfig skinned,’ said Malfoy, his voice full of malicious laughter. (PA7)
‘I’m afraid he [Hagrid] 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 accidentally beheading a dead caterpillar because his hand was 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 caterpillar for me.’ (PA7)
‘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 [Black].’
‘What are you talking about, Malfoy?’ said Ron roughly.
‘Don’t you know, Potter?’ breathed Malfoy, his pale eyes narrowed.
Malfoy let out a low, sneering laugh.
‘Maybe you’d better 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 hunt him down myself.’ (PA7)
‘Staying here, Potter?’ shouted Malfoy, who was standing in line with Crabbe and Goyle. ‘Scared of passing the Dementors?’ (PA8)
Ron: ‘– and Malfoy’d love to see you blown into about a million pieces, like Pettigrew! Get a grip, Malfoy’s just hoping you’ll get yourself killed before he has to play you at Quidditch.’ (PA11)
‘That’s why he wouldn’t say it was from him [Dumbledore]!’ said Ron. ‘In case some git like Malfoy said it was favouritism. Hey, Harry –’ Ron gave a great whoop of laughter. ‘Malfoy! Wait ’til he sees you on this! He’ll be sick as a pig!’ (PA11)
‘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.’ (PA13)
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 three months…’
Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.
‘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 –’ (PA14)
‘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?’ (PA14)
‘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 of his Hippogriff’s –’ (PA14)
Snape: ‘Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade.’
‘I know that,’ said Harry, striving to keep his face free of guilt or fear. ‘It sounds like Malfoy’s having hallucin–’ (PA14)
Draco talking about Hagrid: ‘Look at him blubber! 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 toward Malfoy, but Hermione got there first – SMACK!
She had slapped Malfoy across the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.
‘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 backward. Crabbe and Goyle looked at him for instructions, thoroughly bewildered.
‘C’mon,’ Malfoy muttered, and in a moment, all three of them had disappeared into the passageway to the dungeons. (PA15)
On Malfoy’s Quidditch tactics: ‘YOU CHEATING SCUM!’ Lee Jordan was howling into the megaphone, dancing out of Professor McGonagall’s reach. ‘YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B–’ (PA15)
From Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
‘Granger, they’re after Muggles,’ said Malfoy. ‘D’ you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around … they’re moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh.’ (GF9)
‘Hermione’s a witch!’ Harry snarled.
‘Have it your own way, Potter,’ said Malfoy, grinning maliciously. ‘If you think they can’t spot a Mudblood, stay where you are.’ (GF9)
Malfoy chuckled softly. ‘Scare easily, don’t they?’ he said lazily. ‘I suppose your daddy told you all to hide? What’s he up to – trying to rescue the Muggles?’ (GF9)
‘Where’re your parents?’ said Harry, his temper rising. ‘Out there wearing masks, are they?’
Malfoy turned his face to Harry, still smiling. ‘Well… if they were, I wouldn’t be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?’ (GF9)
‘Keep that big bushy head down, Granger,’ sneered Malfoy. (GF9)
Overheard on the train: ‘…Father actually considered sending me to Durmstrang rather than Hogwarts, you know. He knows the headmaster, you see. Well, you know his opinion of Dumbledore – the man’s such a Mud-blood-lover – and Durmstrang doesn’t admit that sort of riffraff. But Mother didn’t like the idea of me going to school so far away. Father says Durmstrang takes a far more sensible line than Hogwarts about the Dark Arts. Durmstrang students actually learn them, not the defence rubbish we do …’ (GF11)
‘We were in the Top Box –’
‘For the first and last time in your life, Weasley.’ (GF11)
On Ron’s dress robes: ‘Weasley… what is that?’ (GF11)
‘Look at this!’ said Malfoy in ecstasy, holding up Ron’s robes and showing Crabbe and Goyle. ‘Weasley, you weren’t thinking about wearing these, were you? I mean – they were very fashionable in about 1890…’ (GF11)
‘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…’ (GF11)
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…’ (GF11)
‘Well, I can certainly se 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?’ (GF13)
To Ron: ‘Imagine them not even getting his name right, Weasley, it’s almost as though he’s a complete nonentity, isn’t it?’ he crowed. (GF13)
‘And there’s the 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?’
‘Oh yea, 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?’ (GF13)
‘Don’t you dare insult my mother, Potter.’
‘Keep your fat mouth shut, then,’ said Harry, turning away. (GF13)
Ron Weasley: ‘Don’t talk to me,’ Ron said quietly.
‘Why not?’ Said Hermione in surprise.
‘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 …’ (GF13)
‘Ah, look, boys, it’s the champion,’ he [Malfoy] said to Crabbe and Goyle, the moment he got within earshot of Harry. ‘Got your autographs books? Better get a signature now, because I doubt he’s going to be around much longer…half the Triwizard champions have died… how long d’you reckon you’re going to last, Potter? Ten minutes into the first task’s my bet.’ (GF18)
On the Blast-Ended Skrewt: ‘Take this thing for a walk?’ he repeated in disgust, staring into one of the boxes. ‘And where exactly are we supposed to fix the leash? Around the sting, the blasting end or the sucker?’ (GF18)
Wearing the badges: ‘Like them, Potter?’ said Malfoy loudly, as Harry approached. ‘And this isn’t all they do – look!’ He pressed his badge into his chest, and the message upon it vanished, to be replaced by another one, which glowed green: POTTER STINKS. (GF18)
‘Go on, then, Potter,’ said Malfoy quietly, drawing out his own wand. ‘Moody’s not here to look after you now – do it, if you’ve got the guts –’ (GF18)
On Hermione: ‘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!’ (GF23)
Hermione: ‘Twitchy little ferret, aren’t you Malfoy?’ (GF23)
On Hagrid: ‘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.’ (GF24)
‘Well, I think this should put an end to the 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…’ (GF24)
‘Missing your half-breed pal?’ he [Malfoy] kept whispering to Harry, whenever there was a teacher around, so that he was safe from Harry’s retaliation. ‘Missing the elephant man?’ (GF24)
‘Hey, Potter! Potter! How’s your head? You feeling all right? Sure you’re not going to go berserk on us?’ (GF31)
‘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 this close to 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 riffraff 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–’
It was as though someone had exploded a box of fireworks within the compartment. Blinded by the blaze of the spells that had blasted from every direction, deafened by a series of bangs, Harry blinked and looked down on the floor. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were all lying unconscious in the doorway. He, Ron, and Hermione were on their feet, all three of them having used a different hex. Nor were they the only ones to have done so.
‘Thought we’d see what those three were up to,’ said Fred matter-of-factly, stepping onto Goyle and into the compartment. He had his wand out, and so did George, who was careful to tread on Malfoy as he followed Fred inside.
‘Interesting effect,’ said George, looking down at Crabbe. ‘Who used the Furnunculus Curse?’
‘Me,’ said Harry.
‘Odd,’ said George lightly, ‘I used Jelly-Legs. Looks as though those two shouldn’t be mixed.’ (GF37)
From Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
‘Manners, Potter, or I’ll have to give you a detention,’ drawled Malfoy, whose sleek blond hair and pointed chin were just like his father’s. ‘You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments.’
‘Yeah,’ said Harry, ‘but you, unlike me, are a git, so get out and leave us alone.’ (OP10)
‘Tell me, how does it feel being second-best to Weasley, Potter?’ he [Malfoy] asked.
‘Shut up, Malfoy,’ said Hermione sharply.
‘I seem to have touched a nerve,’ said Malfoy, smirking. ‘Well, just watch yourself, Potter, because I’ll be dogging your footsteps in case you step out of line.’ (OP10)
Hermione: ‘Malfoy was being absolutely foul to a first-year back there. I swear I’m going to report him, he’s only had his badge three minutes and he’s using it to bully people worse than ever… (OP10)
‘Maybe,’ said Malfoy in an undertone, so that only Harry could hear him, ‘the stupid great oaf’s got himself badly injured.’
‘Maybe you will if you don’t shut up,’ said Harry out of the side of his mouth.
‘Maybe he’s been messing with stuff that’s too big for him, if you get my drift.’ (OP13)
‘Yes,’ came Malfoy’s clear drawl front he group nearest them. ‘Father was talking to the Minister just a couple of days ago, you know, and it sounds as though the Ministry’s really determined to crack down on substandard teaching in this place. So even if that overgrown moron does show up again, he’ll probably be sent packing straight away.’ (OP13)
… Malfoy sniggered in a carrying whisper, ‘Some people got a “D”? Ha!’ (OP15)
‘Yeah, Umbridge gave the Slytherin Quidditch team permission to continue playing straightaway, I went to ask her first thing this morning. Well, it was pretty automatic, I mean, she knows my father really well, he’s always popping in and out of the Ministry… it’ll be interesting to see whether Gryffindor are allowed to keep playing, won’t it?’ (OP17)
‘I mean,’ said Malfoy, raising his voice a little more, his grey eyes glittering malevolently in Harry and Ron’s direction, ‘if it’s a question of influence with the Ministry, I don’t think they’ve got much chance… from what my father says, they’ve been looking for an excuse to sack Arthur Weasley for years… and as for Potter… my father says it’s a matter of time before the ministry has him carted off to St. Mungo’s… apparently they’ve got a special ward for people whose brains have been addled by magic.’ (OP17)
Malfoy: ‘Got your bed booked in the hospital wing, Weasley?’ (OP19)
Malfoy’s lyrical talents:
‘Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That’s why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
‘Weasley was born in a bin
He always lets the Quaffle in
Weasley will make sure we win
Weasley is our King.’
‘Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He always lets the Quaffle in
Weasley is our King.’ (OP19)
‘Saved Weasley’s neck, haven’t you?’ he [Malfoy] said to Harry. ‘I’ve never seen a worse Keeper… but then he was born in a bin… did you like my lyrics, Potter?’ (OP19)
‘We wanted to write another couple of verses!’ Malfoy called, as Katie and Alicia hugged Harry. ‘But we couldn’t find rhymes for fat and ugly – we wanted to sing about his mother, see –’ (OP19)
‘– we couldn’t fit in useless loser either – for his father, you know –’ (OP19)
‘– but you like the Weasleys, don’t you, Potter?’ said Malfoy, sneering. ‘Spend holidays there and everything, don’t you? Can’t see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you’ve been dragged up by Muggles, even the Weasley’s hovel smells OK –’ (OP19)
‘Or perhaps,’ said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, ‘you can remember what your mother’s house stank like, Potter, and Weasley’s pigsty reminds you of it –’ (OP19)
To Hagrid: ‘And you’re sure they’re trained, are you?’ said Malfoy, the panic in his voice even more pronounced ‘Only it wouldn’t be the first time you’d brought wild stuff to class, would it?’ (OP24)
To Hagrid: ‘What happened to your face, then?’ demanded Malfoy. (OP24)
‘Excuse me,’ said Malfoy in a sneering voice, ‘but what exactly are we supposed to be seeing?’ (OP24)
If anything more was needed to complete Harry’s happiness, it was Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle’s reactions. He saw them with their heads together later that afternoon in the library, together with a weedy-looking boy Hermione whispered was called Theodore Nott… Goyle cracked his knuckles threateningly and Malfoy whispered something undoubtedly malevolent to Crabbe. (OP26)
‘Trip Jinx, Potter!’ he [Malfoy] said. ‘Hey, Professor – PROFESSOR! I’ve got one!’ (OP27)
‘It’s him!’ she [Umbridge] said jubilantly at the sight of Harry on the floor. ‘Excellent, Draco, excellent, oh, very good – fifty points to Slytherin! I’ll take him from here…’ (OP27)
Hermione: ‘Lording it over all the other teachers, the stupid puffed-up, power-crazy old –’
‘Now, do you really want to finish that sentence, Granger?’
‘Afraid I’m going to have to dock a few point from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff,’ he drawled.
‘You can’t take points from fellow prefects, Malfoy,’ said Ernie at once.
‘I know prefects can’t dock points from each other,’ sneered Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. ‘But members of the Inquisitional Squad –’
‘The what?’ said Hermione sharply.
‘The Inquisitional Squad, Granger,’ said Malfoy, pointing towards a tiny silver ‘I’ on his robes just beneath his prefect’s badge. ‘A select group of students who are supportive of the Ministry of Magic, hand-picked by Professor Umbridge. Anyway, members of the
Inquisitional Squad do have the power to dock points… so, Granger, I’ll have five from you for being rude about our new Headmistress. Macmillan, five for contradicting me. Five because I don’t like you, Potter. Wallasey, your shirt’s untucked, so I’ll have another five for that. Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re a Mudblood, Granger, so ten off for that.’
Ron pulled out his wand, but Hermione pushed it away, whispering, ‘Don’t!’ ‘Wise move, Granger,’ breathed Malfoy. ‘New Head, new times… be good now, Potty… Weasel King…’ (OP28)
‘Of course, it’s not what you now,’ he [Malfoy] was heard to tell Crabbe and Goyle loudly outside Potions a few days before the exams were to start, ‘it’s who you know. Now, Father’s been friendly with the head of the Wizarding Examinations Authority for years – old Griselda Marchbanks – we’ve had her round for dinner and everything…’ (OP31)
Malfoy laughed loudly and sycophantically. (OP32)
Malfoy glanced around – Harry knew he was checking for signs of teachers – then he looked back at Harry and said in a low voice, ‘You’re dead, Potter. ‘
Harry raised his eyebrows. ‘Funny’ he said, ‘you’d think I’d have stopped walking around…’
Malfoy looked angrier than Harry had ever seen him; he felt a kind of detached satisfaction at the sight of his pale, pointed face contorted with rage.
‘You’re going to pay, ‘ said Malfoy in a voice barely louder than a whisper. ‘I’m going to make you pay for what you’ve done to my father
‘Well, I’m terrified now, ‘ said Harry sarcastically. ‘I s’ pose Lord Voldemort’s just a warm-up act compared to you three – what’s the matter? ‘ he added, for Malfoy Crabbe and Goyle had all looked stricken at the sound of the name. ‘He’s a mate of your dad, isn’t he? Not scared of him, are you? ‘
‘You think you’re such a big man, Potter, ‘ said Malfoy, advancing now, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him. ‘You wait. I’ll have you. You can’t land my father in prison –’
‘I thought I just had,’ said Harry.
‘The Dementors have left Azkaban,” said Malfoy quietly. ‘Dad and the others’ll be out in no time…’
‘Yeah, I expect they will,’ said Harry ‘Still, at least everyone knows what scumbags they are now –’
Malfoy’s hand flew towards his wand, but Harry was too quick for him; he had drawn his own wand before Malfoy’s fingers had even entered the pocket of his robes. (OP38)
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, who had clearly been waiting all week for the opportunity to strike without teacher witnesses, attempted to ambush Harry halfway down the train as he made his way back from the toilet. The attack might have succeeded had it not been for the fact that they unwittingly chose to stage the attack right outside a compartment full of D.A. members, who saw what was happening through the glass and rose as one to rush to Harry’s aid. By the time Ernie Macmillan, Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Anthony Goldstein, and Terry Boot had finished using a wide variety of the hexes and jinxes Harry had taught them, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle resembled nothing so much as three gigantic slugs squeezed into Hogwarts uniforms as Harry, Ernie and Justin hoisted them into the luggage rack and left them there to ooze.
‘I must say, I’m looking forward to seeing Malfoy’s mother’s face when he gets off the train,’ said Ernie with satisfaction.
‘Goyle’s mum’ll be really pleased, though,’ said Ron. ‘He’s loads better looking now.’ (OP38)
From Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
“When you say you have lots in common,” said Ron, sounding rather amused now, do you mean he lives in an S-bend, too?”
“No,” said Myrtle defiantly, her voice echoing loudly around the old tiled bathroom. “I mean he’s sensitive, people bully him, too, and he feels lonely and hasn’t got anybody to talk to, and he’s not afraid to show his feelings and cry!” (HBP21)
Primary editor: Lisa Waite Bunker. Compiled by Lori Damerell and Lisa Waite Bunker
Original page date 23 January, 2005; Last page update 25 January, 2008.