Usually when these kinds of moments came around, there was someone nearby to make sure that this kind of thing didn't happen. Usually Harry was there to hold him back, or Hermione there to cast disapproving glances his way that helped him to just walk away, muttering insults under his breath. This time, however, neither of them were there.

Frankly, Ron was a bit happy about it. He'd been wanting to do this for ages/.

"Yeah right. Draco Malfoy giving a toss about someone else. That'll be the day. Ferret-faced git," he responded, voice gruff as he took a hard knee to the ribs. It was all he could do to try and punch Draco right in his stupid mouth before he was knocked off him again.