Draco was storming through the hallways, walking alongside Crabbe and Goyle

He was ranting to them about the various treacherous acts of Harry Potter and his goons, filthy mudbloods and like

He wasn't paying any attention, bumping into Your in the halls He watched her books fall to the ground, disgusted

Draco: Filthy mudblood, not paying any attention

He sneered, raking his eyes over her form

Her robes were disheveled, her hair tousled

She didn't seem angry with him, at least not yet