“Hello,” Luna said in her dreamy voice when she and Erin reached the Gryffindor table.

Many people were staring at her and a few openly laughing and pointing; she had managed to procure a hat shaped like a life-size lion’s head, which was perched precariously on her head.

“I’m supporting Gryffindor,” said Luna, pointing unnecessarily at her hat. “Look what it does. . . .” She reached up and tapped the hat with her wand. It opened its mouth wide and gave an extremely realistic roar that made everyone in the vicinity jump.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” said Luna happily. “I wanted to have it chewing up a serpent to represent Slytherin, you know, but there wasn’t time. Anyway . . . good luck, Ronald!”

"A bit rude you don't support Slytherin," Erin crossed her arms on her chest and pretended to be mad.

"I said there was not enough time!" argued Luna. "Besides you said that Quidditch is not the most important thing in the world and that you couldn't care less who's going to win this match."

"Because I truly do not care!"

Also Erin, just a few minutes later;

"Malfoy, I swear to Merlin himself you are dumb as your fucking father!" She yelled, a bit too loudly so Astoria next to her had to cover her ears. "If you're not going to win this match, I will personally chop your d—"

"Erin!" Daphne cut her of so her friend couldn't finish her sentence. Sometimes, Erin got a bit too verbally violent when it came to Quidditch though she herself didn't play it.

"Weasley cannot save a thing,

He cannot block a single ring,

That’s why Slytherins all sing:

Weasley is our King."

"What the hell is this?" Astoria looked around at a lot of Slytherins singing.

"Yeah, and why didn't they ask us to join?" asked Daphne.

Erin chuckled. "You kidding? A Mudblood and Blood-Traitors?"

"Weasley was born in a bin,

He always lets the Quaffle in,

Weasley will make sure we win,

Weasley is our King."

“— and Alicia passes back to Angelina!” Lee Jordan shouted. “Come on now, Angelina — looks like she’s got just the Keeper to beat! — SHE SHOOTS — SHE — aaaah . . .”

Bletchley, the Slytherin Keeper, had saved the goal; he threw the Quaffle to Warrington who sped off with it, zigzagging in between Alicia Spinett and Katie Bell.

"Weasley is our King,

Weasley is our King,

He always lets the Quaffle in,

Weasley is our King."

“— and it’s Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington heading for goal, he’s out of Bludger range with just the Keeper ahead —”

"Weasley cannot save a thing,

He cannot block a single ring . . ."

“— so it’s the first test for new Gryffindor Keeper, Weasley, brother of Beaters, Fred and George, and a promising new talent on the team — come on, Ron! Slytherin score! So that’s ten-nil to Slytherin — bad luck, Ron . . .”

The Slytherins sang even louder:

"WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN,

HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN . . ."

“— and Gryffindor back in possession and it’s Katie Bell tanking up the pitch —” cried Lee valiantly

"WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN, WEASLEY IS OUR KING . . ."

"My intuition tells me it's not going to end well. . . "

Harry seemed to be unfocused as he was in mid air for about a minute and half. He quickly dived and started circling around the pitch again.

"WEASLEY IS OUR KING,

WEASLEY IS OUR KING,

WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN . . ."

“— and it’s Warrington again,” bellowed Lee, “who passes to Pucey, Pucey’s off past Spinnet, come on now Angelina, you can take him — turns out you can’t — but nice Bludger from Fred Weasley, I mean, George Weasley, oh who cares, one of them anyway, and Warrington drops the Quaffle and Katie Bell — er — drops it too — so that’s Montague with the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Montague takes the Quaffle, and he’s off up the pitch, come on now Gryffindor, block him!”

"WEASLEY CANNOT SAVE A THING . . ."

“— and Pucey’s dodged Alicia again, and he’s heading straight for goal, stop it, Ron!”

Erin was getting lost and confused, she was not sure what had happened. There was a terrible groan from the Gryffindor end, coupled with fresh and applause from the Slytherins.

"THAT’S WHY SLYTHERINS ALL SING:

WEASLEY IS OUR KING."

“— and Katie Bell of Gryffindor dodges Pucey, ducks Montague, nice swerve, Katie, and she throws to Johnson, Angelina Johnson takes the Quaffle, she’s past Warrington, she’s heading for goal, come on now Angelina — GRYFFINDOR SCORE! It’s forty-ten, forty-ten to Slytherin and Pucey has the Quaffle. . . .”

Suddenly, there was a sound of roar from Luna's lion from the Gryffindor stands.

“— Pucey throws to Warrington, Warrington to Montague, Mon-tague back to Pucey — Johnson intervenes, Johnson takes the Quaf-fle, Johnson to Bell, this looks good — I mean bad — Bell’s hit by a Bludger from Goyle of Slytherin and it’s Pucey in possession again . . .”

"WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN,

HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN, WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN —"

"The song is so embarassing, I have to admit," said Daphne. "I'm not Weasley's best friend or anything but Merlin, poor him."

A Bludger hit Harry squarely in the small of the back and he flew forward off his broom.

The three girls gasped at the same time while the other Slytherins laughed loudly.

"Let's go look," Erin grabbed Astoria and Daphne by their hands and lead them down on the ground.

"Saved Weasley’s neck, haven’t you?” he said to Harry. “I’ve never seen a worse Keeper . . . but then he was born in a bin. . . . Did you like my lyrics, Potter?” Erin heard Malfoy saying to Harry.

“We wanted to write another couple of verses!” Malfoy called, as Katie and Alicia hugged Harry. “But we couldn’t find rhymes for fat and ugly — we wanted to sing about his mother, see —"

“Talk about sour grapes,” said Angelina Johnson, casting Malfoy a disgusted look.

"Sod off, idiot" said Erin.

"You may want to shut your mouth, you Mudblood," he spat. "Or you'll end up like your aunt."

Erin's mouth opened in disbelief as she leapt forward. "You cun—"

A hand on her wrist stopped her.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Erin turned around.

It was Hermione. "He's not worth the trouble," she whispered.

Malfoy sneered. "You may want to listen to your girlfriend, Mckinnon."

"At least I have one," Erin sneered back.

Harry sent Hermione a confused look that said, Why didn't you tell me you were dating her?

Hermione, with wide eyes, shook her head and mouthed, I am not!

Thankfully, Malfoy didn't see any of that.

“Anyway, we couldn’t fit in useless loser either — for his father, you know —”

Fred and George had realized what Malfoy was talking about. Halfway through shaking Harry’s hand they stiffened, looking around at Malfoy.

“Leave it,” said Angelina at once, taking Fred by the arm. “Leave it, Fred, let him yell, he’s just sore he lost, the jumped-up little —”

“— but you like the Weasleys, don’t you, Potter?” said Malfoy, sneering. “Spend holidays there and everything, don’t you? Can’t see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you’ve been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasleys’ hovel smells okay —”

Harry grabbed hold of George; meanwhile it was taking the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie to stop Fred leaping on Malfoy, who was laughing openly.

“Or perhaps,” said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, “you can remember what your mother’s house stank like, Potter, and Weasley’s pigsty reminds you of it —”

Harry accidentally release George but they were both sprinting towards Malfoy.

Harry didn't seem to care that every single student and teacher was watching. With no time to draw out his wand, he merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoy’s stomach —

While others were yelling; “Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!” Erin screamed;

"YES! YES, OH MY, THIS IS AMAZING! GO GET HIM!"

Madam Hooch suddenly appeared by her side and yelled, "IMPEDIMENTA!" That caused Harry to be knocked backwards.

“What do you think you’re doing?” the woman screamed, as Harry leapt to his feet again. She was holding her whistle in one hand and a wand in the other, her broom lay abandoned several feet away. Malfoy was curled up on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bloody; George was sporting a swollen lip; Fred was still being forcibly restrained by the three Chasers, and Crabbe was cackling in the background. “I’ve never seen behaviour like it — back up to the castle, both of you, and straight to your Head of House’s office! Go! Now!”

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