" "All the Mudbloods should be banished from our world. They don’t belong at Hogwarts ...It’s enough to make me sick." He sat back in his seat, arms folded, disgruntled with the world.
Draco scanned the people in the common room again, as though daring someone to contradict him. His eyes landed on the girl sitting in the corner who had been writing in her book. She was staring at him as though shocked by what she had heard as she held her quill suspended over a page"

"Draco sat on his bed for hours, not knowing what to do. He knew he should give back her diary, but giving it back meant that he had to admit that he took it, and that he read it. What then?"