"And there's a picture, Weasley!" Draco yelled, flipping the paper over and holding it up. "A picture of your Parents outside their house- if you can call it a house! Your Mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?" Ron was shaking with fury. Everyone was staring at him. "Get stuffed, Malfoy. C'mon, Ron..." Harry huffed. "Oh yeah, you were staying with them this summer, weren't you, Potter? So tell me, is his Mother really that porky, or is it just the picture?" Draco insulted. "You know your Mother, Malfoy?" Harry began, both he and Hermione had grabbed the back of Ron's robes to stop him launching himself at Draco. "That expression she's got, like she's got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that, or was it just because you were with her?" Harry mocked, everyone laughed. Draco's pale face went slightly pink. "Don't you dare insult my mother, Potter!" Draco screamed. "Keep your fat mouth shut, then." Harry spat, turning away. 