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The Quidditch Fight

Dracos POV

The Next Day. I wake up and stretch. Its 7 am and I have a quick quidditch practice in 30 minutes and then breakfast. I change into my quidditch uniform and brush my teeth. I style my hair quickly and head down to the stadium, where a few guys are already. We chat and after a while everyone on our team is there. We practice quickly "Today, we have to win! How will we look if we lose to those Gryffindors?!" Flint shouts. "Malfoy, im counting on you" He continues and looks at me. I smirk and nod. Time Skip. The game is about to start. Both teams walk out onto the pitch and the students chant. There are a lot of people here, from every house. Everyone except Slytherins are hoping that we lose. I look around and feel a rush of energy. Time to play. The game starts and we fly around. Slytherin chasers start attacking and Weasley tries to stop the quaffle. He fails and we score. What a terrible keeper. 20 minutes later, Slytherin is winning. I look around and suddenly see the snitch flying not far from the stands. I immediatley fly to it, and of course Potter does too. We both catch up to it and Potter pushes me, so I push him back. We fight like this for a few seconds while trying to reach the snitch. Potter reaches out his hand to catch it but I, as hard as I can, push him with my shoulder. His broom spins and I start to reach my hand to the snitch. As im about to touch it, Potter flies to me and grabs the snitch before I can. He reaches it out in his hand and smiles. Everyone starts shouting and chanting 'Potter!'. "Harry Potter has caught the snitch, Gryffindor wins!" I lost! He caught the snitch! I feel a huge amount of anger. I fly down onto the pitch where everyone is. Before my slytherin team can even talk to me, I walk over to Potter and Weasley, who are smiling widely. How bad I want to wipe those smiles off their faces! "Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you?" I ask. "I've never seen a worse Keeper...but then he was born in a bin...Do you like my lyrics, Potter?" Potter doesnt answer instead he turns away to meet the rest of the team who are now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph. "We wanted to write another couple of verses!" I yell, as Katie and Alicia hug Potter. "But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly, we wanted to sing about his mother, see-"Talk about sour grapes," Alicia says, casting me a disgusted look. "we couldn't fit in useless loser either for his father, you know--"

Rons POV

I stiffened, realising what Malfoy was talking about. "Leave it," Hermione says at once, taking me by the arm. "Leave it, Ron, let him yell, he's just sore the lost, the jumped-up little--" she says"--but you like the Weasley's, don't you, Potter?" Malfoy asks, sneering. "Spend the holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I supposed when you've been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasley's hovel smells okay--" I start to walk towards Malfoy, but Harry holds my arm meanwhile its taking the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie to stop Fred leaping on Malfoy, who is laughing openly. Harry looks around for Madam Hooch, but she is still berating Crabbe for his illegal Bludger attack. "Or perhaps," says Malfoy, leering as he backs away, "you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it--" Harry doesnt even realise he let go of me,  all he knows is that a second later I am sprinting at Malfoy. I have completely forgotten the fact that all the teachers are watching. All I want to do is cause Malfoy as much pain as possible. With no time to draw out my wand, I jump onto Malfoy and punch him hardly in the stomach, making him fall over. Gasps are everywere, but I dont care. How dare he speak about us like that? Who does he think he is? I sit on him and throw multiple bloody punches in his face. He tries to fight back, throwing me a couple punches, but they are hardly as strong as mine. I grab his collar and pull him into me, our faces close. His eyes barely open, and mine red in anger. "Say stuff like that again, I will kill you!" I threaten loudly. I push his head and it hits the ground harshly. I feel someone pull me off the beat up Malfoy, but I dont even bother checking who it is. I stand up and wipe the blood off my face. The Slytherin team run up to us and kneel by Malfoy, cheking if hes okay. Hes not. Blaise Zabini pushes me "The fuck, man?!" He yells. "Stop! Oh Merlin!" Mcgonogall shouts as she runs up to us, seeing Malfoy on the ground closely. "Take him to Madam Pomfrey!!" She demands. "Weasley, my office, NOW" I sigh deeply, whatever he deserved it. I look to my side and see the slytherin guys carrying Malfoy, who seems to be passed out. 

Although.. Did I take it too far?..