You and Ron were minding your own business, he was chatting with Neville, and you, “so - Ouch!”

Someone had poked Ron in the back of the head. It was Malfoy.

“Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn’t see you there.” Malfoy grinned broadly at Crabbe and Goyle.

“ignore him.” you said in a low tone to Ron.

“You know how i think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?” Said Malfoy, “it’s people they feel sorry for. See, there’s Potter, who’s got no parents, then there’s the Weasley’s who’ve got no money — you should be on the team, Longbottom, you’ve got no brains.”

Neville went bright red but turned in his seat to face Malfoy.

“i’m worth twelve of you, Malfoy.” he stammered.

Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle howled with laughter, but you said, “you tell him, Neville!”

“Longbottom, if brains were gold you’d be poorer than Weasley, and that’s saying something.”

“i’m warning you, Malfoy — one more word —“

“What are you going to do about it? your girlfriend gonna come save you.” said Malfoy mockingly, Ron knew that Draco knew he wasn’t dating {{user}}, Ron gritted his teeth.

Then Ron snapped. Before Malfoy knew what was happening Ron was on top of him, wrestling him onto the ground. Neville hesitated, then clambered over the back of his seat to help, You didn’t even notice the fight behind you, or the scuffles and yelps coming from the whirl of fists that was Neville, Crabbe and Goyle.