"Fuck off, Death Eater." Draco looked unfazed by the so-called-insult, casually hovering near, as if he was bored. He didn't even look at Ron, his eyes following his goal and a poor boy who was trying to catch it desperately, golden Harry Potter nowhere to be found. "You should be, you know." Draco lazily turned his head, eyes, no mistake about it, filled with menace. "You should be very afraid, Weasley-boy, I protect what is mine."What the fuck are you on about, you freak ?" Ron almost blocked that hit. Still not focusing on the game, ignoring his sisters harsh yell at him. He'll talk to her later, this was more important."How's your girlfriend doing ? Brown right ?" His face was cracking a bit, anger seeping through. "Do you keep her satisfied ? Girls love it when a real man can do his job." Draco chuckled to himself. "Hermione sure does." An wiped his lower lip with his thumb lazily.He didn't miss the way Weasley chocked on his spit, cursing loudly through the hole pitch. "You fucking-" Ron made a move forward, flying closer to Draco, his intentions to strangle the traitor. He almost reached him when a crack was heard. As if someone's broom got brutally split in two.He didn't realize it was him falling off of his broken broom, hit by a badger, when it was already too late. He twisted in the air, losing the battle with simple physics and soon lost the grip on the brand-new but now completely broken broom.He only caught a satisfied sneer on Malfoy's face, a threat was made clear but Ron already passed out. Later when the read-headed boy was taken away, Draco complemented Blaise on his accuracy, both boys left for the showers, satisfied smirks on their faces. ~