꧁꧂

"Only if he tryout then there will be a new seeker but if now, ha. You be a chaser."

"Y/N? Malfoy?"

I looked in front of me and raised my eyebrows "Hhhuuhh? What? Got a problem?" I glared.

"What's wrong with you? Did something happened?" Oliver asked, he went closer to me, but Adrian and Marcus got in front of me first blocking him.

"Move Flint, Pucey."

"No."

"Dont touch her."

I went next to Terence and watched them glare at each other "You." Fred pointed at Draco "Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?" said Fred, looking at Draco with dislike.

"Funny, you should mention Draco's father," said Flint as the whole Slytherin team smiled still more broadly. "Let me show you the generous gift he's made to the Slytherin team."

Oh, look at them, showing off, I rolled my eyes. All six of them held out their broomsticks. Six highly polished, brand-new handles and six sets of fine gold lettering spelling the words Nimbus Two Thousand and One gleamed under the Gryffindors'noses in the early morning sun.

None of the Gryffindor team could think of anything to say for a moment. Draco was smirking so broadly his cold eyes were reduced to slits.

"Oh, look," said Flint. "A field invasion."

"But how come Y/N doesn't have one?" George spoke as he pointed at my broom.

"I don't need a petty little broom; it's about talent. No matter how fast your broom at least I can play well and don't need to give the whole team to let them in." I glared at Draco as he looked away from me.

Ron and Hermione were crossing the grass to see what was going on(I changed it and make them appear just now).

"What's happening?" Ron asked Harry. "Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing here?"

Ron looked at Draco, taking in his Slytherin Quidditch robes. "I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," said Draco, smugly. "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team."

"Not quite Draco, you're still going for a tryout. I am not just giving my position to someone we haven't even seen play." I crossed my arms and tilted my head and smiled at them.

"Y/N, don't smile like that. You look like you're going to kill your team any second." Oliver sighed.

Ron gaped, open-mouthed, at the seven superb broomsticks in front of him. "Those are Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones! How did you get those?"

"A gift from Draco's father," Flint smirked.

"You see Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best."

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got it on pure talent." Hermione joined.

The smug look on Draco's face flickered. "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," he spat.

I saw Harry looking confused but knew at once that Draco had said something terrible because there was an instant uproar at his words.

Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George jumping on him, Alicia shrieked, "How dare you!" and Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulled out his wand, yelling, "You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!" and pointed it furiously under Flint's arm at Draco face.

"EAT SLUGS!"

A loud bang echoed around the stadium, and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron's wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backwards onto the grass.

"That's not even a spell" Miles Bletchley, a keeper. He shook his head and sighed.

"Ron! Are you alright!" I ran to him crouched, Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, he gave an almighty belch, and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap.

"Ew." my expression turn to disgust.

The Slytherin team were paralysed with laughter. Flint was doubled up, hanging onto his new broomstick for support. Draco was on all fours, banging the ground with his fist(Honesty same). The Gryffindors were gathered around Ron, who kept belching large, glistening slugs. Nobody seemed to want to touch him.

"Draco! I know the thing that happened to Ron is not your fault but calling Hermione 'mudblood' is way too much!" I stood up and walked towards him but even before I got near him. Someone had already punched him.

"KNIGHT! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" Graham yelled as he, Henry, Ben and Easton tried to stop Kayden.

"Punishing, of course." Kayden grinned.

I ran towards her and embraced her trying to stop her punch Draco again even worse... Kill him.

"Kayden enough," I whispered.

She looked at me and huffed "tsk, fine. Also, take Weasley to Hagrid house, maybe he knows what to do." she said and patted my shoulder.

"Alright." I went back to the others "We'd better get him to uncle Hagrid's, it's nearest," I said to Hermione and Harry, who nodded bravely, and the pair of them pulled Ron up by the arms.

"What happened, Y/N? Harry? What happened? Is he ill? But you can cure him, can't you?" Colin had run down from his seat and was now dancing alongside them as they left the field. Ron gave a vast heave, and more slugs dribbled down his front.

"Oooh," said Colin, fascinated and raising his camera. "Can you hold him still, Harry?"

"Get out of the way!" I yelled angrily, making everyone stop on what they were doing. Shivering on their spot aside for Kayden I saw her smirking.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and I were about to go, but Marcus yelled "Y/N! You better stop, right now!"

"You three go first." I patted Harry shoulder as the three of them, Harry and Hermione supported Ron out of the stadium and across the grounds toward the edge of the forest.

"How childish are you, boys, instead of helping a fellow student. You laughed at him and even worse didn't even stop Draco from calling Hermione 'mudblood' huh!" I yelled, angrily pointed my wand at the Slytherin.

Then my eyes landed to Draco who is sitting on the ground, wiping the blood from his lips "git." I looked down at him.

I turned around and about to go away, but Marcus grabbed my arm "If you follow them, you'll lose your position as a seeker." he grit his teeth.

"Fine, give my damn stupid position to that bloody prat. Wait no much better I'm quitting the team." I yanked my arm back and glared at him.

I walked away, not even looking back at them; I still can hear them calling out my name.

➱➱➱➱

I caught him with the three, as four of us went to uncle Hagrid's house. We were within twenty feet of uncle Hagrid's cabin when the front door opened, but it wasn't uncle who emerged. Gilderoy Lockhart, wearing robes of palest mauve today, came striding out.

"What's that bastard doing here." I frowned at the man.

"Quick, behind here," Harry hissed, dragging Ron and I behind a nearby bush. Hermione followed, somewhat reluctantly.

"It's a simple matter if you know what you're doing!" Lockhart was roaring to uncle Hagrid. "If you need help, you know where I am! I'll let you have a copy of my book. I'm surprised you haven't already got one - I'll sign one tonight and send it over. Well, good-bye!" And he strode away toward the castle.

"He doesn't need your help, you fraud." I growled.

"Y/N, stop it."

"What did you say, Hermione."

"...nothing..."

We waited until Lockhart was out of sight, I pulled Ron out of the bush and up to Hagrid's front door. And knocked urgently.

"Uncle! Uncle!" uncle Hagrid appeared at once, looking very grumpy, but his expression brightened when he saw us.

"Bin wonderin' when you'd come ter see me - come in, come in - thought you mighta bin Professor Lockhart back again--"

Harry and Hermione supported Ron over the threshold into the one-roomed cabin, which had an enormous bed in one corner, a fire crackling merrily in the other. Uncle Hagrid didn't seem perturbed by Ron's slug problem, which I hastily explained as I lowered Ron into a chair.

"Better out than in," he chirped, plunking a large copper basin in front of him. "Get em all up, Ron."

"I don't think there's anything to do except wait for it to stop," said Hermione anxiously, watching Ron bend over the basin. "That's a difficult curse to work at the best of times, but with a broken wand--"

Uncle Hagrid was bustling around, making us tea. His boarhound, Fang, was drooling over Harry and I.

"What did Lockhart want with you, Hagrid?" Harry asked while I scratch Fang's ears.

"Givin'me advice on gettin'kelpies out of a well," growled uncle Hagrid, moving a half-plucked rooster off his scrubbed table and setting down the teapot. "Like I don'know. An'bangin'on about some banshee he banished. If one word of it was true, I'll eat my kettle."

It was most unlike uncle Hagrid to criticise a Hogwarts teacher, and Harry looked at him in surprise. Hermione, however, said in a voice somewhat higher than usual, "I think you're a bit unfair. Professor Dumbledore obviously thought he was the best man for the job--"

"He was the on'y man for the job," said uncle Hagrid, offering them a plate of treacle fudge, while Ron coughed squelchy into his basin. "An'I mean the on'y one. Gettin'very difficult ter find anyone fer the Dark Arts job. People aren't too keen ter take it on, see. They're startin'ter think it's jinxed. No one's lasted long fer a while now. So tell me," said Hagrid, jerking his head at Ron. "Who was he tryin'ter curse?"

"Malfoy called Hermione something - it must've been awful, because everyone went wild."

"It was bad," said Ron hoarsely, emerging over the tabletop looking pale and sweaty. "Malfoy called her Mudblood,' Hagrid--"

Ron dived out of sight again as a fresh wave of slugs made their appearance. Hagrid looked outraged.

"He didn'!" he growled at Hermione.

"He did," she said. "But I don't know what it means. I could tell it was insulting, of course--"

"It's about the most insulting thing he could think of," gasped Ron, coming back up.

"Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who is Muggle-born - you know, non-magic parents. There are some wizards - like Malfoy's family - who think they're better than everyone else because they're what people call pure-blood." He gave a small burp, and a single slug fell into his outstretched hand.

He threw it into the basin and continued, "I mean, the rest of us know it doesn't make any difference at all. Look at Neville Longbottom - he's pure-blood, and he can hardly stand a cauldron the right way up."

"An'they haven't invented a spell our Hermione can'do," said uncle Hagrid proudly, making Hermione go a brilliant shade of magenta.

"It's a disgusting thing to call someone," I said "Dirty blood, see. Common blood. It's ridiculous. Most wizards these days are half-blood anyway. If we hadn't married Muggles, we'd've died out."

"What happened to Malfoy next, Y/N?" asked uncle Hagrid as he turned towards me.

"Oh, I was about to teach him some lessons, but Kayden got there first. She knocked him in the face." I grinned.

"Nice." Uncle Hagrid grinned as we both nodded.

⇜⇜⇜⇜

꧁⋆꧂

"Just because you're part of the royal family, that doesn't mean you can beat anyone and get away from it."

Another detention, from Snape.

"But the git is being a prick." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. I adjusted my sit once again.

Snape sighed "But still, you should have control your anger." I scratched my head and closed my eyes.

"You both are such a similar, you and Y/N."

"I know that."

"And you should apologise to Malfoy." He crossed his arms. I frowned and stood up "and why should I do that."

"just do it."

"Ugh! Fine!"

It was nearly lunchtime. I got out from Snape office, and once I got to the hallway I saw the four of them, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Y/N.

I saw Ron hiccoughing occasionally, but only bringing up two tiny slugs. "How was it, Weasley."

I placed my hands on my pockets and strolled towards them. "Much better now, also thanks for punching him."

"No problem."

"Got detention?" asked Y/N.

"Yeah."

We had barely set foot in the cool entrance hall when a voice rang out, "There you are, Potter - Weasley." Professor McGonagall was walking toward us, looking stern. "You will both do your detentions this evening."

"What're we doing, Professor?" said Ron, nervously suppressing a burp.

"You will be polishing the silver in the trophy room with Mr. Filch," said Professor McGonagall. "And no magic, Weasley - elbow grease." Ron gulped. Argus Filch, the caretaker, was loathed by every student in the school.

"And you, Potter, will be helping Professor Lockhart answer his fan mail," said Professor McGonagall.

"Pffttt." I covered my mouth to prevent myself laughing way too loud, Y/N did the same thing.

"Oh shut up both of you." Harry rolled his eyes.