Book: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Brief summary of scene:Furious Draco takes his frustrations out on the Weasleys and Potter after the Gryffindor/Slytherin Quidditch match.
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Harry heard a snort from behind him and turned around, still holding the Snitch tightly in his hand: Draco Malfoy had just landed close by; white-faced with fury, he was still managing to sneer.
"Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you?" he said to Harry. "I've never seen a worse Keeper...but then he was born in a bin...Did you like my lyrics, Potter?"
Harry did not answer; he turned away to meet the rest of the team who were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph, all except Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and was making his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone.
"We wanted to write another couple of verses!" Malfoy called, as Katie and Alicia hugged Harry. "But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly--we wanted to sing about his mother, see--"
"Talk about sour grapes," said Alicia, casting Malfoy a disgusted look.
"--we couldn't fit in useless loser either for his father, you know--"
Fred and George had realized what Malfoy was talking about. Halfway through shaking Harry's hand they stiffened, looking around at Malfoy.
"Leave it," said Angelina at once, talking Fred by the arm. "Leave it, Fred, let him yell, he's just sore the lost, the jumped-up little--"
"--but you like the Weasley's, don't you, Potter?" said Malfoy, sneering. "Spend the holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I supposed when you've been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasley's hovel smells okay--"
Harry grabbed a hold of George; meanwhile it was taking the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie to stop Fred leaping on Malfoy, who was laughing openly. Harry looked around for Madam Hooch, but she was still berating Crabbe for his illegal Bludger attack.
"Or perhaps," said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, "you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it--"
Harry was not aware of releasing George, all he knew was that a second later both of them were sprinting at Malfoy. He had completely forgotten the fact that all the teachers were watching: All he waned to do was cause Malfoy was much pain as possible. With no time to draw out his wand, her merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoy's stomach--
"Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!"
He could hear girls' voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing, and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but he did not care, not until somebody in the vicinity yelled IMPEDIMENTA and only when he was knocked over backward by the force of the spell did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy he could reach...
"What do you think you're doing?" screamed Madam Hooch, as Harry leapt to his feet again; it was she who had hit him with the Impediment Jinx. She was holding her whistle in one hand and a wand in the other, her broom lay abandoned several feet away. Malfoy was curled up on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bloody; George was sporting a swollen lip, Fred was still being forcibly restrained by the three Chasers, and Crabbe was cackling in the background. "I've never seen behaviour like it--back up to the castle, both of you, and straight to your Head of House's office! Go! Now!