Quidditch, Pranks And The Life Of A Muggleborn

chapter 3

A month has passed since Daniel Jordan welcomed you into his family, and the love and support have been a balm to your soul.

Though Slytherin bullying still rears its ugly head, you've learned to face it with newfound confidence.

As you stroll down the bustling hallway towards the cozy Gryffindor common room, the murmur of students and the creaking of wooden portraits accompany you.

Lee falls into step beside you, his eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and nerves.

"Hey, sis? Can I talk to you about something?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, curious, and Lee continues, "I've had a crush on someone for ages.

But what if he doesn't feel the same way?

You furrow your brow, intrigued.

"Who is it?" you ask, trying to place the mystery person.

Lee's face turns slightly pink.

"You know, that guy...in our year..."

You shake your head, playful.

"Lee, there are lots of guys in our year!

Give me a hint."

Lee's smile grows, and he leans in.

"The blonde guy...tall...with blue-greenish eyes."

Your eyes widen as you make the connection.

"Nico Harrison!"

Lee nods enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling.

"If you like him so much, ask him out already," you encourage your brother.

Lee sighs, expressing his concerns, "Sis, it's not that easy.

What if he says no, and what if he isn't into guys?"

You give Lee a playful glare, confident in your belief, "Bro, you won't know unless you ask.

I told the twins how I felt, and it worked out.

You can ask one person if I can ask two."

Lee smiles wistfully.

"Yeah, but you and the twins...you've always been inseparable.

It's different; you were meant to be together."

You nod, understanding his perspective and agreeing with his sentiment.

As you and Lee approach the Gryffindor common room, your conversation is abruptly disrupted by the menacing presence of Marcus Flint and Draco Malfoy, flanked by a group of sneering Slytherin students.

Flint's gaze locks onto you, his voice dripping with venom as he spews, "Well, well, well!

Look what we have here!

The Mudblood's slumming it with her little friend."

You feel a stinging sensation, as if the derogatory slur has physically struck you.

Your heart sinks, and your eyes well up with tears.

You glance down, fighting to composed yourself.

Lee swiftly comes to your defense, his voice firm and protective.

"Back off, Flint! You have no right to talk to my sister like that!"

His arm wraps around your waist, a comforting shield against the Slytherins' taunts.