I just feel like Draco Malfoy would be the kind of person who, while saving a baby elephant from a ditch, all muddy, hair in disaray, dirt under his nails as his tired hands continued to push the animal, would still be shouting ‘’I’M STILL NOT A NICE PERSON JUST BECAUSE MY HANDS ARE ON AN ELEPHANT’S ASS, POTTER! SO STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!’’
[..] “Better now?” he asked afterward. I did not answer but lifted my face to his and kissed him again, almost savagely, not because I was filled with passion or even because his kiss still lacked the zeal I was looking for, but because I was not so sure our kiss convinced me of anything about myself.[..]
“We should get a move on, you know… ask someone. He’s right. We don’t want to end up with a pair of trolls.” Hermione let out a sputter of indignation. “A pair of… what, excuse me?” “Well - you know,” said Ron, shrugging. “I’d rather go alone than with - with Eloise Midgen, say.” “Her acne’s loads better lately - and she’s really nice!” “Her nose is off-center,” said Ron. “Oh I see,” Hermione said, bristling. “So basically, you’re going to take the best-looking girl who’ll have you, even if she’s completely horrible?” “Er - yeah, that sounds about right,” said Ron. “I’m going to bed,” Hermione snapped, and she swept off toward the girls’ staircase without another word. Chapter 22, U.S. 394
While the other paladins were playing the game, Allura decided Coran was lying about Lance not being in his room. She decided to look for herself. She stood infront of the door and slammed her hand on the control panel. “Lance-!” She growled when the door opened and she glared at the bed.