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A Bludger hit Harry squarely in the small of the back and he flew forward off his broom; luckily, he was only five or six feet above the ground, having dived so low to catch the Snitch, but he was winded all the same as he landed flat on his back on the frozen pitch. He heard Madam Hooch's shrill whistle, an uproar in the stands compounded of catcalls, angry yells and jeering, a thud, and then Angelina's frantic voice.

"Are you all right?"

"'Course I am," said Harry grimly, taking her hand and allowing her to pull him to his feet. Madam Hooch was zooming toward one of the Slytherin players above him, though he could not see who it was at this angle.

"It was that thug, Crabbe," said Angelina angrily. "He whacked the Bludger the moment he saw you'd got the Snitch— but we won, Harry, we won!"
Harry heard a snort from behind him and turned around, still holding the Snitch tightly in his hand: Draco Malfoy had landed close by; white-faced with fury, he was still managing to sneer.

"Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you?" Malfoy said to Harry. "I've never seen a worse Keeper... but then he was born in a bin... Did you like my lyrics, Potter."

"Harry, you were grand!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she jogged up to Angelina and Harry. "Only beaten once in your four years of flying, impressive!.. I have yet to see you catch a Snitch, Draco... Your father must be so disappointed after investing so much into your team..."
Harry smirked to himself but did not answer Draco otherwise; he turned away to meet the rest of the team who were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph, all except Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and was making his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone.

"We wanted to write another couple of verses!" Malfoy called as Katie and Alicia hugged Harry. "But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly— we wanted to sing about his mother, see—"

"Talk about sour grapes," said Angelina, casting Malfoy a disgusted look and accepting (Y/n)'s side hug. "Do you know who the new Ravenclaw Chaser is?" she whispered.

"What, like I keep up with Quidditch?" (Y/n) said, trying to keep a straight face.

"—we couldn't fit in useless loser either— for his father, you know—"
Fred and George had realized what Malfoy was talking about. Halfway through shaking Harry's hand, they stiffened, looking around at Malfoy.

"Leave it," said Angelina at once, taking Fred by the arm. "Leave it, Fred, let him yell, he's just sore he lost, the jumped-up little—"

"—but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" said Malfoy, sneering. "Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasleys' hovel smells okay—"
Harry and (Y/n) grabbed hold of George; meanwhile, it was taking the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie to stop Fred from leaping on Malfoy, who was laughing openly. Harry looked around for Madam Hooch, but she was still berating Crabbe for his illegal Bludger attack.
"Or perhaps," said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, "you're just used to the stink of your Mudblood mother and girlfriend, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty is in different—"

"HARRY! GEORGE!" (Y/n) cried.

Harry was not aware of releasing George, all he knew was that a second later both of them were sprinting at Malfoy. He had completely forgotten the fact that all the teachers were watching; All he wanted to do was cause Malfoy as much pain as possible. With no time to draw out his wand, he merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoy's stomach.

"Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!"

Harry could hear the girls' voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing, and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but he did not care, not until somebody in the vicinity yelled "IMPEDIMENTA!" and only when he was knocked over backward by the force of the spell did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy he could reach...
"What do you think you're doing?" screamed Madam Hooch as Harry leapt to his feet again; it was she who had hit him with the Impediment Jinx. She was holding her whistle in one hand and a wand in the other, her broom lay abandoned several feet away. Malfoy was curled up on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bloody; George was sporting a swollen lip; Fred was still being forcibly restrained by the other Chasers; (Y/n)'s face was nothing short of disappointed and she was being held back by a smirking Adrian Pucey, and Crabbe was cackling in the background. "I've never seen behaviour like it— Pucey, hands to yourself, (Y/l/n), take them back up to the castle and straight to their Head of House's office. Go! Now!"