friends, never ememies ; NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

THIRTEEN

SCOTLAND, HOGWARTS COURTYARD.

"I smell trouble," Ron said, causing Hermione to look up and the ginger boy to nudge y/n seeing as she was so infested into her Potions book. They all slammed their books down and quickly strutted over to the two Quidditch teams. Slytherin was dressed in their full green attire as for the Gryffindor team who wore red and little strands of gold.

"permission to practise today going to train their new seeker, you've got a new seeker?" Wood paused as the three stood next to the two teams. "Who?" He questioned and two Slytherin members stood aside showing the same slicked back platnium blonde hair step forward with an evil grin. Y/n tutted and rolled her eyes.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"That's right, and that's not all that's new this year," Draco replied, moving his broomstick to his other shoulder, both all Gryffindor a scanned the black polished broomstick.

"Those are nimbus 2001s!" Ron exclaimed as Draco turned to his way. "How did you get those?" He questioned.

"A gift from Draco's father," Flint told Ron with an ugly grin that had revealed his misshaped teeth.

"You see Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best," he told him, eyebrows raising when finishing the sentence.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in, they got in on pure talent," she said, y/n smirked at the her friend.

"No one asked for your opinion, you filthy little mudblood," Draco spat at Hermione. Y/n listened closer to the phrase. mudblood.

"you'll pay for that one, eat slugs!" Ron yelled, flicking his wand to him but the wand targeted back, shooting him back in the courtyard more. The Slytherin team chuckled whilst the majority of Gryffindor ran to where ron laid, paler than usual. y/n stood there.

"How dare you call her that," she told him, surprisingly calmly. "What if I told you your a filthy pure blood?" Her eyebrow raised in anger as the slytherins howled with laughter. "Congrats on making the Slytherin team with your lack of talent, lets hope you just win ey?" She smiled to him, following after her friends to hagrids hut.

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"This calls for specialist equipment," Hagrid grunted passing over a wooden bucket to Ron, Harry and Hermione sat in waiter side of the bench whilst y/n stood next to Hermione as Hagrid sat down on a large brown arm chair. "Nothing to do but wait until it stops I'm afraid," he told the kids as Ron threw up another slug into the bucket, Ron looked terrible his face had gone extremely pale. "Better out then in, Who's Ron tryna curse anyways?" Hagrid asked.

"Malfoy, he called Hermione a... I don't exactly know what it means," Harry sat until walked off to the kitchen of the hut, arms crossed.

"He called me a mudblood," hermione said as y/n watched Hagrid gasped quickly.

"He did not," he said and looked back at the three at the bench and back towards hermione.

"What's a mudblood?" Y/n and Harry asked in curiosity.

"It means dirty blood, mudbloods a really foul name for someone who is muggleborn someone with non-magic parents, someone like me," she paused. "It's not a term one usually hears in civilised conversations," she said as y/n saw the tears brimming inside her eyes, looking down. Y/n walked over to her friend and wrapped her arm around her and rubbed her right arm for comfort.