enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 2: Filthy Little Mudblood!

Felicity's POV

Hermione, Ron, and I sat out in the empty stands in the Quidditch Field, waiting for Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team to come out for practice, when the unmistakable emerald green jersey's of Slytherin came on to the field. I exchanged a confused glance with Hermione and Ron, who looked equally surprised, when the Gryffindor team came onto the field and began talking.

"This can't be good," I muttered. "I smell trouble," Ron agreed. We ran down the stands and onto the grass, standing next to Harry as the captain of the Slytherin team, Marcus Flint, handed Oliver Wood a note.

"'I, Professor Snape, hereby give the Slytherin Quidditch team permission to practice today to train their new Seeker'," Wood read. "Seeker?" he asked, "Who's your Seeker?" The Slytherins parted to reveal a smirking- "Malfoy?" Harry asked, bewildered. My eyes widened a little. You've got to be kidding me! My hand flew to my mouth as I subtly tried to muffle my laughter.

"What are you laughing at, Longbottom?" Malfoy sneered. Okay, maybe not as subtle as I thought. "Nothing," I said, trying and failing to tame my smile, "It's just, well, you're joking, right? You're the best Slytherin could come up with? You're seriously the new Seeker?"

He glared at me. "That's not all that's new," he said, brandishing his broomstick. The rest of the team replicated this gesture, but I honestly know nothing about Quidditch or broomsticks, so I just stared at them. Ron, on the other hand, gasped. "Those are Nimbus 2001's! How did you get those?" I elbowed Ron in the ribs, shooting him a sideways glare. That was the exact reaction they'd been wanting, and I hated giving people what they wanted. Especially Slytherins.

"A gift," Flint replied smugly, "From Draco's father." "See, Weasley," Malfoy said, sneer still prominent, "Unlike some, my father can afford the best."

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," Hermione retorted, "They got in on pure talent." Malfoy took a few steps forward until he was in Hermione's face. "No one asked for your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," he spat. Everyone on the Gryffindor team gasped. "You'll pay for that one, Malfoy," Ron growled, pulling out his wand, "Eat slugs!"

Unfortunately, Ron's wand, being in the damaged state it was, caused the spell to rebound on himself. He was flung back a few feet, cloaked in an ugly green light, before he doubled over and threw up a slug.

The Slytherin team howled with laughter and I glared at them angrily. Hermione and Harry each grabbed one of Ron's arms. "Take him to Hagrid's," I told them, "It's closer than the Hospital Wing and he'll know what to do." "What are you going to do?" Hermione asked. "Just gotta take care of something," I said dismissively, "I'll meet you guys down there in a few minutes." "Don't do anything rash," Hermione warned, "You're already treading on ice with the Headmaster." "No promises," I muttered as she walked off with Harry and Ron.

I turned around and resumed my glaring at the Slytherin team. Since Fred and George were dangerously close to picking a fight with Marcus Flint, and I knew Ron wouldn't want them to be kicked off the team for his sake, I stepped in between them and Flint. "You two, of all people, should know that there's a much better way to solve this problem than physical violence," I said, smiling calmly. They gave me a weird look, along with most of the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams, as I pulled out my wand and cleared my throat loudly.

"Anteoculatia!" I chanted, my wand pointed directly at Malfoy. Nothing happened for about ten seconds, and the Slytherin team began laughing, when Malfoy suddenly shouted in what I assume was either confusion or pain. Or both. I watched, fascinated, as his hair slowly migrated to two spots on the top of his head and began solidifying into antlers.

The Gryffindor team burst out laughing. "You used it!" George cheered through fits of laughter. " Of course I did! If the Weasley Twins give you a a spell to try, you try it," I replied, grinning. I walked over to Malfoy, who had just picked himself off of the ground.

He looked at me with a mixture of horror, fear, and rage. "What have you done, you blood traitor? My father will hear about this!" he declared frantically. I rolled my eyes. "It'll wear off in a few hours. And as for your daddy, well..." I smirked, "he doesn't scare me." 

Honestly, that was a lie. Malfoy's father terrified me, but I wasn't going to let him know that.

I stepped closer to him until our faces were only a few inches apart. "The next time you bother me or my friends again, the jinx will be a lot more permanent," I growled, enunciating every word carefully.

I took a couple of steps back, plastering a wide, fake, innocent smile on my face. "Have a nice day, Malfoy."

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I ran down to Hagrid's hut as quick as I could from the Quidditch field. I opened the door quietly and walked in. "'Mudblood' is a really foul name for someone who's Muggleborn, someone with non-magic parents... someone like me. It's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversations," Hermione was saying. "Well don't worry," I said cheerfully, "Malfoy's taken care of." Hermione's head snapped up as she took note of my presence. 

"What did you do?" she and Harry asked in unison. "Short story even shorter, Malfoy now has a rather nice pair of antlers instead of his greasy, white, old lady hair," I said, grinning with satisfaction. "Lemme guess, it was one of the twins's spells," Hermione said, shaking her head with a small smile. "You're going to get in trouble for that, you know," she told me, an eyebrow raised. I shrugged. "I know. But it was worth it."

"I still don't get it. What's so bad about the word..." Harry trailed off, but we all knew what word he meant. The grin slipped off my face and I sighed. "Harry, there are some wizard families-" Hagrid began. "- like the Malfoys," I interrupted. Hagrid looked at me, his expression telling me to shut up. I rolled my eyes and sat down at his table. "Some wizarding families, like the Malfoys, who think they're better than everyone else because they're what people call 'pureblood'," Hagrid said the last word with contempt, his face contorted into an angry frown.

"That's horrible," Harry said, shock and anger written over his features. "But," I said lightheartedly, "they have yet to think of a spell that Hermione can't perform." "She's right," Hagrid agreed, "Don't you think on it, Hermione. Don't you think on it for one minute."

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bless hagrid omg:')

felicity is so dramatic i cant-

~xo