"How do you plead, Lord Malfoy?" "I won't plead anything to this farce of a court. My father will hear about this, I assure you." "Enough with the threats, Lord Malfoy. You're father has been dead for a decade now. He won't save you any time soon." "Shut up, mudblood loving whore." "You're out of order, Lord Malfoy. One more outburst and I'll have you fined a 1000 Galleons." "Oh please. Cease breathing your foul air in my direction, whore." "That's it. 10'000 Galleons for insulting a member of the court." "Peanuts. Pebbles for the poor. FUCK YOU, Harry's slut!" "Die then. Cocksucking snake! I'll skin you like your reptilian cousins and wear you for shoes." "Come then, try and kill me, oh paragon of virtue. Oh wise, wise Katie of Gryffinwhore."
Fight ensues. Draco explodes into a red mist. Harry wipes his glasses and gives Katie a wet kiss.
Fleur wakes with a jump, her head chilled by the humid air in her room. Reluctantly, she turns to eye the side of her bed and with great relief finds her husband, whom she'd seen, mere moments ago, kiss the bitch she'd already killed and turned to ashes a year ago.