JUST A MUDBLOOD, draco malfoy

Chapter Four

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Y/N MAXWELL

"Wait, so... in Quidditch there are seven players on a team? Three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper and one Seeker?" I peer in Hermione's direction, watching as she continues on with her homework.

"Correct. For the billionth time." She playfully rolls her eyes while suppressing a small smile.

"And remind me how many balls there are?" My eyebrows furrow as I practically scratch my head for answers.

"Four," She answers, placing her homework to the side. "One Quaffle, two Bludgers and one Golden Snitch."

"Right... so the Chasers throw the Quaffle to each other and their whole goal is to get it through one of the three hoops... and each goal is ten points?" I raise an eyebrow and Hermione quickly nods. "Correct."

"The Beaters goal is to protect their team from the Bludgers but also try to hit the other team?"

"Correct."

"The Keeper obviously tries to keep the other team from scoring into their goals," I say simply. "And the Seeker... remind me what they do?"

"The Seeker does their best to catch the Golden Snitch and once they do they earn one-hundred and fifty points." Hermione peers in my direction, noticing a satisfactory look on my face.

"Okay, so now I get it." I chuckle, extending the 'o' in 'now'.

As our conversation comes to an end, the two of us rotate around after seeing our friends walk by. "Go on, Harry. Quidditch is great. The best game there is, and you'll be great too."

I share a similar look with the bushy-haired girl beside me then jump up to follow both boys as they walk through the courtyard.

"But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?" Harry exhales through his nose, worry slithering its way onto his face.

"You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood." Hermione's statement forces my eyebrows into a furrow.

"Just follow me," she says before skipping her way inside the castle, the three of us quickly hurrying behind her.

After trudging through some vast hallways and forcing our legs up what seems like a thousand steps, we finally reach a large room filled with a whole bunch of trophies.

Hermione scurries her way through the sea of trophies before coming to a halt in front of one specific cabinet and pointing a single finger at one of the plaques.

Seeker
James Potter, 1972

"Woah." Ronald beams, his eyes opening wide. "You never told me your father was a Seeker too." He nudges Harry's shoulder.

"I... I didn't know." Harry eyes the trophy unable to force his attention away.

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Our visit to the Trophy Room didn't last long and shortly after entering we exit through the same door and begin our trip back towards the Gryffindor Common Room. Though, out of nowhere the staircases beneath our feet began moving, pointing us in a completely different direction than the one needed. "What's happening?" Harry questions, holding onto the railing of the staircase.

"Remember what Percy said? The staircases move." I quickly remind him.

Once the staircase comes to a stop, my eyes dart towards a dark wooden door waiting for us at the top of the steps. "Let's go this way." Harry suggests, running up the remaining stairs. "Before the staircase moves again." Ron's voice is filled with worry as he scurries to meet the three of us at the top.