🩸| Draco Malfoy

The Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match was currently underway. Lee Jordan was commentating on the match, but he stopped and listened to the Slytherin stands:
Ronald Weasley is our king,
Ronald Weasley is our hero,
There is a hole in front of the rings
Always stand like this!
Ron can't catch the Quaffle,
He will help us win,
He was born in a garbage dump,
Slytherin found it useful.
Throughout the entire game, the Slytherins kept shouting this, which greatly infuriated the Gryffindors.
But Harry finally saw the little golden ball, grabbed it, and landed. And no matter how many goals Ron missed, no one will remember it tomorrow, the main thing is that Gryffindor won.
Angelina walked up to Harry and asked:
are you okay?
Harry nodded and showed the Snitch in his hand. Malfoy landed next to him, white with rage and with a forced smile, and said:
Saved Weasley from shame? I've seen her worse than a goalkeeper! Did you like my poems?
Harry tried to ignore him, but the others—Alicia, Katie, George, and Fred—ran up to him. Draco said, " We wanted to write a couple more lines, but we couldn't find rhymes for 'fat' and 'ugly'. We wanted to sing about his mother..."
“Or maybe you remember how your mother’s house stank, ” Malfoy continued, backing away, “and you’ll recognize a familiar smell in the Weasley pigsty?”
Harry didn't notice when he let go of George; a second later, they were both racing toward Malfoy. He completely forgot that this was happening in front of all the teachers; he had only one desire: to hurt Malfoy as much as possible. There was no time to draw his wand; with the fist holding the Snitch, he punched his enemy in the stomach with all his might.

• Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! STOP!
  He heard the girls' screams, Malfoy's yell, the referee's shrill whistle, the roar of the stands, but he didn't care. Until someone nearby shouted "Impedimenta!" and he was thrown back by the force of the curse, he pounded Malfoy with his fists.
  "What are you doing! " Madame Hooch shouted.
  Harry rose to his feet. Apparently, she had knocked him down with a curse. Malfoy was crumpled on the ground, groaning and whimpering, blood pouring from his nose. George's lip was swollen; Fred was being held down by three Chasers.