Today was my first Quidditch practice, the team and I were walking down the corridor as Oliver spoke, "I spent the summer devising a whole new Quidditch program. We're gonna train earlier, harder and longer."

I really couldn't wait to get back on my broom, it has been so long. The team and I saw the Slytherine team walking over and Oliver sighed, "What? I don't believe it." We walked into the courtyard and I saw Ron, Harry and Hermione sitting at the bench. "Where you think you're going, Flint?"

"Quidditch practice," Flint said and we all stood facing the team.

"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today," Oliver said.

"Easy, Wood," Flint said, "I've got a note."

He handed Oliver the note and he read it, "I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team." Harry, Ron and Hermione walked over to us. "Permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker." Oliver looked at Flint, "You've got a new Seeker. Who?"

The Slytherin team made a way for their new Seeker, and for my shock it was none other - "Malfoy?" I asked.

"That's right," Malfoy said, "And that's not all that's new this year."

We looked at the team's brooms and I noticed they got new ones. "Those are Nimbus 2001's," Ron said, "How did you get those?"

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

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

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

Mafloy glared at her, "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood." We all looked at him in shock, and Harry and I exchanged a confused look. We didn't know what it meant but the way Hermione looked, it was bad.

Ron pulled out his wand, "You'll pay for that one, Malfoy. Eat slugs!"

The spell backfired and Ron flew back. Hermione, Harry, me and my team ran over to Ron while the Slytherin team stood there and laughed.

"You okay, Ron?" Hermione asked, "Say something." Ron turned pale green colour and barfed up a slug.

There was a camera flash and saw it was Colin. "Wow, can you turn him around, Harry?"

"No, Colin, get out of the way," Harry said and, me, he and Hermione helped Ron up.

"Let's take him to Hagrid's," I said and Ron let out another slug. "He'll know what to do." We ran past my team mates and I hit my shoulder against Malfoy as we ran off.

We got to Hagrid and knocked on the door. "Hagrid!"

Hagrid opened the door. "Oh, hello." Ron let out another slug. "Oh, dear, what happened?" Hagrid let us in and we told him as he got back to us with a bucket. "This calls for a speciallst's equipment." He handed the bucket to Ron as we all sat down. Hagrid sat in front of us on the chair. "Nothing to do but wait till it stops, I'm afraid." Ron let out another slug.

"Okay," Harry said as I patted Ron on the back.

"Better out than in," Hagrid said. He frowned, "Who was Ron trying to curse, anyway?"

"Malfoy," I answered.

"He called Hermione . . ." Harry trailed off and Hermione looked down. "Well, I don't know exactly what it means."

Hermione got up, crossing her arms across her chest as she walked toward the window. "He called me a Mudblood."

Hagrid gasped, "He did not."

I frowned, "What's a Mudblood?"

Hermione turned to face us with tears in her eyes, "It means 'dirty blood'. Mudblood's a foul name for someone who's Muggle-born. Someone with non-magic parents. Someone like me." She walked back over as I got up. She stood next to me and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. "It's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversation."

"See, the thing is, guys," Hagrid started, looking from me to Harry, "There are some wizards, like the Malfoy family, who think they're better than everyone else because they're pure-blood."

"That's horrible," Harry and I said together.

Ron let out another slug and we all looked at him. He groaned, "It's disgusting."

"And it's codswallop to boot," Hagrid said. "Dirty blood. Why, there isn't a wizard alive today that's not half-blood or less."

"You know, more to the point, they've yet to think of a spell that our Hermione can't do," I said, looking at my best friend and she smiled a little.

"She's right," Hagrid agreed and held out his hand toward her. "Come here." I unwrapped my arm from her and she took his hand. "Don't you think on it, Hermione. Don't you think on it for one minute." I smiled a little as I crossed my arms across my chest. Hermione smiled a little and nodded.

I am SO sorry, for not updating it for, like, almost a year. I know this is a short chapter, but I wanted to give you something, I will try to make the next chapter longer.

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