In Draco's mind:
"Oh dear, this angry mob is trying to kill me... Now just let me adjust my mirrors, check for traffic while easing into the intersection... Yup looks clear, I will be, oh wait there's cross traffic. I better stop and wait for him to go through, he does have right of way after all... Okay nice and easy on the gas, hands at 10 and 2... And here we go."
In reality:
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.... I'm going to fucking die! Oh fuck, what the fuck do I do, fuck, I gotta get the fuck out of here!!! I gotta get the fuck away from this!!! Fffffffffffffuuuuuuucccccckkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!