They got out and went back to Harry's car. Harry started it and putted in a CD. "NBA Live" from G-unit started and Harry putted the volume up. He was still zigzagging between cars at top speed. Ron was looking both scared and impressed by Harry's skills to drive. He was also looking at all the buttons there was in this car. The only car he knew was the old Ford Anglia that his father had. He stopped behind a large black limousine that was taking the whole street and waited. "Come on, stupid driver! Drive your fuckin limousine faster! Punk ass!" Harry yelled. "D'you have a little driving rage problem, Harry?" Ron said, smiling. "No! But I hate those large cars taking the whole fuckin street to turn a stupid corner!" Harry said angrily. Ron laughed as Harry yelled more at the black car. A blond guy putted his head out of the window and looked at who was yelling. The blond guy was in fact Draco Malfoy, Harry's arch- enemy.

"Why are you screaming like that, Potty?" Malfoy asked. "Tell your stupid driver to go faster, Malfoy or I'll make him!" Harry said angrily. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever." Malfoy said. The limousine finally turned and Harry past it and made the driver a rude move with his middle finger. They went back to Diagon Alley and entered by the back door of WWW. "Hey Harry. Wassup?" Fred said, looking at the look on Harry's face. "Malfoy has a limousine and a driver, and he was taking the whole street just to turn. Stupid git." Harry said. Fred laughed, and they installed the mags set and the tires. They finished their job, and it was very hot outside. Fred and George made pumpkin juice appear out of nowhere and they drank to Harry's car.

Fred and his twin were looking at Harry's car with the habitual mischievous glint in their eyes. "Hey! What are you guys planning?" Harry said loudly, looking at Fred and George. "Nothing, we were thinking that a little paint job might be the best for this car." Fred said. "Okay. Do it. But if I don't like it, you start it all over. And if you scrap my car, you're dead." Harry said, feigning anger. Fred and George laughed and Harry grinned.

"Let's go see Mione and Cho then." Ron said, wiping his forehead. "Yeah, let's go." Harry said. They exited the shop and found in front of them Malfoy and his thugs, Crabbe and Goyle. "Don't you insult my driver again, Potty, or I'll beat up your sorry ass." Malfoy said. "Fuck off, Malfoy. Just get the fuck outta my view or I'll make you." Harry said angrily. "I'd like to see you." Malfoy started, but he didn't finish his phrase, mainly because he received a punch in the stomach. He got winded and Harry punched his face. He fell on the ground and got up at once. He then aimed a punch at Harry but he caught his arm and hitted his elbow. A loud CRACK resounded in the whole street. Malfoy was clutching his arm, and he was crying from the pain. His arm was bent in a strange angle, obviously broken. Crabbe and Goyle approached Harry, but as Goyle went to punch Harry, he received a kick right in the face. Harry looked around and saw Ron landing smoothly on his feets. Harry jumped and kicked Crabbe right on the nose. His nose broke loudly and he was bleeding profusely. Ron saw Goyle wanting to get up and they both kicked him in the ribs. As the three guys were on the floor unconscious, Harry and Ron went to find Cho and Hermione.

They founded them way faster than they thought. By the look on their face, they had seen the whole scene. "Why in the world did you beat up Malfoy and his thugs?" Cho asked skeptically. "Hmmm." Harry said, feigning concentration and rubbing his chin. "Because I took shit from Malfoy for the past 5 years and I don't want to take anymore, is that a good reason?" Harry said, giving puppy eyes to Hermione. "Don't do that, Harry! It's an extremely good reason, right Cho?" Hermione said, looking pointedly at her. "Yeah, sure Mione. Whatever for precious Harry." Cho said, laughing slightly. Ron laughed loudly at this and Harry punched his arm.