" We wanted to write another couple of verses!" Draco called as Bell and Johnson flung themselves at The Annoying Boy Who Lived. "But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly - we wanted to sing about his mother, see-" Johnson muttered something and gave Draco a dirty look. "- we couldn't fit in useless loser either -for his father, you know-"
The Weasley twins turned their attention to him, after which the Gryffindork Captain grabbed one of them by the arm and shouted something. Now, the fun was beginning, Draco thought.
"-but you like the Weasley's, don't you, Potter?" Draco sneered. "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 Weasley's hovel smells OK-" Potter seized the other twin and held onto him.
Meanwhile, all three Gryffindor Chasers had to keep hold of Weasley to stop him from leaping at Draco, who couldn't contain his glee, and was now laughing openly. Draco had an even better idea; since Potter wasn't really taking notice of the insults he'd just said, Draco had to change his tactic.
"Or perhaps," Draco continued his taunt while walking away, "you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it-"
Potter let go of Weasley and they both charged at Draco. Potter's face was contorted with rage, and Draco barely had time to realise that Potter -Saint Potter- was actually trying to attack him in front of everybody, before Potter's fist made contact with Draco's stomach. He doubled over with pain as the breath was knocked out of him, and then there came another punch, this time in his shoulder. Then there was a third, and a fourth, and a fifth; which hit him in the face. Draco felt warm blood pour from his nose and into his mouth; a metallic taste filled his mouth as a whistle sounded, and then he was hit again. Draco groaned as he fell to the ground, pain enveloping his body as Potter and Weasley continued to thrash him. It was over in a matter of seconds, but Draco was still too dazed by the attack, and he just lay there, curled and whimpering.
His name was called and somebody ran to his side, " Draco, are you alright?" Draco only made a moan of disagreement as he felt multiple people take hold of his shoulders and help him sit up. His injured shoulder stung badly and he took a sharp breath in, whilst opening his eyes. He saw Pansy and the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team looking at him. Pansy and some of the other Slytherins were kneeling, while the others stood with the brooms over their shoulders, and his Captain, Montague, was bent over him. He shook the arm off his shoulder and wiped the blood from his mouth. So strong was the shock that Potter actually attacked him, that only now did his rage come back to him.
Montague held a hand out and heaved Draco to his feet, "You alright? Mate, living this one down will be-"
"I'm fine." Draco interrupted vehemently through gritted teeth. He bent down and picked his broom up with his blood-stained hand and started towards the castle, angrily.