Draco L Malfoy

The halls were quieter than usual, tension thick after yet another attack. Whispers followed in their wake, speculation growing wilder by the day. Ron walked briskly, scowling. “It’s Malfoy. Has to be,” he muttered. “You heard him in class, ‘Mudbloods are next.’ He practically admitted it.” Harry said nothing, but the thought had been nagging at him too.