Little Miss Mudblood

Chapter 14: Plan

If you thought this year could have sucked less than last year, you would be wrong. Delores Umbridge. She hated us muggle borns. Hermione and I had to write Mudblood with a special black quill, yea special as it wrote the words on our flesh. We both now have matching scars. Hermione didn't even do anything, just stood up for how Defense Against the Dark Arts class wasn't teaching us anything, and of course I got in trouble for backing her up.

That word has never affected me the way it does Hermione. I think because it makes her feel like less of a witch, but she's the smartest in our class! She knows things some adults don't. For me it's just a word with little meaning on me as a person.

To make it worse Draco became head of her gang of "soldiers" to help weed out the other Mudbloods and "bad" kids.

"I'm sure Malfoy is the one who keeps telling on things going on around here, he rushes up at the slightest whisper to hear what's going on."

"Speak of the devil," Hermione said looking right behind me.

Malfoy clears his throat as I turn to look at him, "Bryant, those don't look like the right jumper for Gryffindor."

It's a statement, not a question, I wear Cedric's jumper almost everyday.

"What's it to you Malfoy?" I snarl.

"Out of dress code means detention," Malfoy smirked, it's the worst sight.

I get up, heated, vision going. Before I know what I'm doing I push him down and get on top of him, I pull my sleeve up and shout.

"This Malfoy? This is what you want, you and Umbridge? Little Miss Mudblood is all I'll ever be to you right? See it's right there, maybe I'll add the rest next time!"

I want to say and do more, but Fred yanked me off. Malfoy looked incredulous. We're those tears in his eyes? Not possible. He scrambled up, while Blaise Zabini grabbed my other arm.

"You're coming with us Mudblood."

George punched Zabini right in the nose, and we booked it out of there. While Umbridge's minions were trying to figure out what happened, we were already headed up to the seventh floor.

We hopped and hollared once we ended up in front the Room of Requirement, which like it's name states, is a great hiding place.

"Bloody hell Art, what came over you out there?"
Fred asked catching his breath.

I didn't know, I know I felt amazing. "This is the best I have felt since Ced died! Now we need to figure out how to take her down."

The Twins looked at each other and back at me with a smirk, and with sparkling eyes.

"Let's plan," we say in unison.