From Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
'Well, look who it is,' detto 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 oro this summer, Weasley,' detto Malfoy. 'Did your mother die of shock?' (PA5)
'You fainted, Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? te actually fainted!' (PA5)
'Did te faint as well, Weasley?' detto 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 detto 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,' detto 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,' detto Hagrid uncertainly to Hermione.
'Oh, tremendously funny!' detto Malfoy. 'Really witty, giving use libri that try and rip our hands off!' (PA6)
'God, this place is going to the dogs,' detto 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 detto to the Hippogriff. 'Are you, te 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,' detto Harry at once. 'Madam Pomfrey can mend anything. She regrew half my Bones last year. Trust Malfoy to latte it for all it's worth.' (PA6)
'Sir,' Malfoy called [to Snape], 'sir, I'll need help cutting up these margherita roots, because of my arm –' (PA7)
'Professor,' drawled Malfoy, 'Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir.' (PA7)
'And sir, I'll need this Shrivelfig skinned,' detto Malfoy, his voice full of malicious laughter. (PA7)
'I'm afraid he [Hagrid] won't be a teacher much longer,' detto Malfoy, in a tone of mock sorrow. 'Father's not very happy about my injury –'
'Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give te 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, te 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,' detto Harry accidentally beheading a dead bruco, caterpillar because his hand was shaking in anger. 'To try and get Hagrid sacked.'
'Well,' detto Malfoy, lowering his voice to a whisper, 'Partly, Potter. But there are other benefits, too. Weasley, slice my bruco, caterpillar for me.' (PA7)
'Of course, if it was me,' he detto 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 te talking about, Malfoy?' detto Ron roughly.
'Don't te know, Potter?' breathed Malfoy, his pale eyes narrowed.
'Know what?'
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 Amore to see te 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 te at Quidditch.' (PA11)
'That's why he wouldn't say it was from him [Dumbledore]!' detto Ron. 'In case some git like Malfoy detto it was favouritism. Hey, Harry –' Ron gave a great whoop of laughter. 'Malfoy! Wait 'til he sees te on this! He'll be sick as a pig!' (PA11)
'Sure te can manage that broom, Potter?' detto a cold, drawling voice.
'Draco Malfoy had arrived for a closer look, Crabbe and Goyle right behind him.
'Yeah, reckon so,' detto Harry casually.
'Got plenty of special features, hasn't it?' detto Malfoy, eyes glittering maliciously. 'Shame it doesn't come with a parachute – in case te get too near a Dementor.'
Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.
'Pity te can't attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy,' detto 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 Amore 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 detto 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,' detto Harry, striving to keep his face free of guilt o fear. 'It sounds like Malfoy's having hallucin–' (PA14)
Draco talking about Hagrid: 'Look at him blubber! Have te ever seen anything quite as pathetic?' detto 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!' detto 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)
'Well, look who it is,' detto 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 oro this summer, Weasley,' detto Malfoy. 'Did your mother die of shock?' (PA5)
'You fainted, Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? te actually fainted!' (PA5)
'Did te faint as well, Weasley?' detto 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 detto 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,' detto 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,' detto Hagrid uncertainly to Hermione.
'Oh, tremendously funny!' detto Malfoy. 'Really witty, giving use libri that try and rip our hands off!' (PA6)
'God, this place is going to the dogs,' detto 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 detto to the Hippogriff. 'Are you, te 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,' detto Harry at once. 'Madam Pomfrey can mend anything. She regrew half my Bones last year. Trust Malfoy to latte it for all it's worth.' (PA6)
'Sir,' Malfoy called [to Snape], 'sir, I'll need help cutting up these margherita roots, because of my arm –' (PA7)
'Professor,' drawled Malfoy, 'Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir.' (PA7)
'And sir, I'll need this Shrivelfig skinned,' detto Malfoy, his voice full of malicious laughter. (PA7)
'I'm afraid he [Hagrid] won't be a teacher much longer,' detto Malfoy, in a tone of mock sorrow. 'Father's not very happy about my injury –'
'Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give te 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, te 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,' detto Harry accidentally beheading a dead bruco, caterpillar because his hand was shaking in anger. 'To try and get Hagrid sacked.'
'Well,' detto Malfoy, lowering his voice to a whisper, 'Partly, Potter. But there are other benefits, too. Weasley, slice my bruco, caterpillar for me.' (PA7)
'Of course, if it was me,' he detto 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 te talking about, Malfoy?' detto Ron roughly.
'Don't te know, Potter?' breathed Malfoy, his pale eyes narrowed.
'Know what?'
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 Amore to see te 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 te at Quidditch.' (PA11)
'That's why he wouldn't say it was from him [Dumbledore]!' detto Ron. 'In case some git like Malfoy detto it was favouritism. Hey, Harry –' Ron gave a great whoop of laughter. 'Malfoy! Wait 'til he sees te on this! He'll be sick as a pig!' (PA11)
'Sure te can manage that broom, Potter?' detto a cold, drawling voice.
'Draco Malfoy had arrived for a closer look, Crabbe and Goyle right behind him.
'Yeah, reckon so,' detto Harry casually.
'Got plenty of special features, hasn't it?' detto Malfoy, eyes glittering maliciously. 'Shame it doesn't come with a parachute – in case te get too near a Dementor.'
Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.
'Pity te can't attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy,' detto 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 Amore 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 detto 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,' detto Harry, striving to keep his face free of guilt o fear. 'It sounds like Malfoy's having hallucin–' (PA14)
Draco talking about Hagrid: 'Look at him blubber! Have te ever seen anything quite as pathetic?' detto 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!' detto 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)