Coach Flint lifted Draco off the quidditch pitch and said, 

"Goddamit malfoy, if you don't start catching that snitch I swear on Salaz-" Flint was interrupted when a furious fangirl sunk her teeth into his wrist and another started hitting him with a chair. He reeled backward, dropping Draco and falling to the ground. A rather unsurprised and apathetic Draco brushed himself and looked up. A new fan girl, dressed in pink with three ponytails shooting out from her head, pulled out a saw. 

"That hand-" she started, pointing towards Flint. "Touched Draco Malfoy's shirt!" The fangirls squealed and surrounded Flint. Draco walked away, listening to the fan girl's happy squeals and the agonizing roar of Flint. Lovely day, thought Draco.