Pathetic. (A Draco Malfoy fanfiction)

Chapter 6.

Ron, Hermione and I walk across the grass to Hagrid's house, Hermione and I holding each of Ron's arms and stopping every few moments to let him throw up a gross, slimy, fat slug; hm, sounds just like the Dursley's, I would laugh to myself, but...Ron is literally throwing up slugs. We finally reach the hut and I knock on the door hastily, praying that Hagrid is home and not off buying some random creature. Luckily, after a few short knocks, Hagrid opens the door, holding a kettle, and wearing a funny little oven mitt over a few of his fingers; he smiles cheerfully, but that fades quickly when he sees Ron's current condition. "What's happened 'ere?" He asks, moving beside and gesturing us in. "Ron's wand backfired on a hex, hit him instead. We were hoping maybe you could help? Sit there, Ron." I help set the redhead down on one of Hagrid's giant wooden stools, and then Hermione and I sit on a wicker loveseat beside him; Hagrid puts the kettle and oven mitt down and reaches into a cabinet. "Well, I'm afraid I can't be much help there, sorry. Who was Ron trying to hex, anyway?" He pulls out a wooden bucket and hands it to Ron, who, in an attempt to thank him, just throws up more slugs. I take a deep breath and swallow hard. "Malfoy." "He called Sarah and I a...um.....well..." Hermione hesitates to say it, so I intervene. "A mudblood. I don't know what it means really, but it doesn't exactly sound nice." Hermione and Hagrid share a look I can't exactly decipher, and Hagrid swallows hard. "A mudblood..it means dirty blood. It's what those pureblood fanatics call either half blood or muggle borns..It's a horrible thing to say, really..dirty blood, why, there's barely a wizard or witch alive who ain't mixed in one way or another!" "It really is-" Ron interrupts himself with another dry heave of slugs. "...Disgusting." He finishes, looking absolutely miserable. Hagrid nods in agreement, and Hermione looks down at her shoes. "I'm called a mudblood all the time. It's just awful." I twiddle my fingers together, looking at the details in the wooden floorboards. Malfoy said nothing was wrong with being raised with muggles..he said so..what's made him change his mind? Halfbood isn't bad..it's really not, and neither is being muggleborn, Hermione and I are just as good as any pureblood. Now knowing what it is he called me, it hurts quite a bit, but of course, I won't show it. "Don't you think on it, girls." Hagrid says kindly, smiling at us a little bit. "Don't you think on it."