“Nice, I can see that your jokes haven’t gotten any classier. Mind you, neither has your taste in girls.” That was below the belt, even in Draco’s book. He could see Potter bristling with anger as the insult hit home. His grip on Weasley tightened before he pushed her behind him and pulled out his wand.

“What, did you just say about my girlfriend?” Potter growled. His eyes had narrowed into dark slits and his mouth was slightly open which showed his teeth that were tightly clamped together.