Best Friends

Quidditch!

*A couple days later*

Today was quidditch tryouts for anyone who was interested. I was going to try out for chaser, Harry had been helping me practice all week. Tryouts started and Oliver had us all play the game to see who the best players were. Almost every time I threw the quaffle I scored 10 points.

Oliver let's us take a break since we had been playing for a while. I saw Hermione and Ron in the stands and sat next to them.

"How am I doing?" I ask.

"You're doing great" Hermione says.

"If Oliver doesn't pick you to be a chaser, the team won't be nearly as good" Ron says.

"Thanks" I say.

Harry came over and sat with the three of us as well.

"Oliver said that he'll tell us who made the team soon" Harry says.

"Ok" I say.

A couple minutes later, Oliver says "This years Gryffindor team is: keeper-me, chasers-Angeline, Katie, and Y/n, beaters- Fred and George, and seeker-Harry."

"Good job y/n!" Hermione says.

"Thanks Hermione" I say.

*Next day (first quidditch practice)*

Oliver was leading the Gryffindor team to the quidditch field.

"I've devised a new plan. We're going to practice earlier, longer, and harder" Oliver says.

Fine with me. It'll be an awesome excuse for not studying with Hermione.

"What? I don't believe it" Oliver says, walking over to where the Slytherin team was standing.

"Where're you going Flint?" Oliver asks.

"Practice" Flint says.

"I booked the quidditch field for today" Oliver says.

"Read this note from professor Snape" Flint says with an evil grin.

Oliver reads it out loud, "'I Professor Snape give Slytherin quidditch team permission to practice today in order to train their new seeker.' You have a new seeker? Who?"

Draco walks to the front of their group. "Malfoy?" Harry asks.

"That's right. And that's not all that's new this year" Draco says. The whole team holds up their broomsticks, which were the new Nimbus 2001's.

Apparently Ron and Hermione had walked over to the group. "Those are Nimbus 2001's! How did you get those?" Ron asks.

"A gift from Draco's father" Flint says.

"You see Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best"Draco says.

Ron looks down in embarrassment. "At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent" Hermione started.

"Something you don't have" I finish.

Draco looks at me and Hermione and says "No one asked your opinion. You filthy little mudbloods."

Mudblood. A foul term for someone who is muggle-born.

"Oh you'll pay for that one Malfoy! Eat slugs!" Ron says, pointing his wand at Draco.

The spell backfired, however, and he hit himself. The Gryffindor's kneeled down next to him and asked if he was ok. Ron started throwing up slugs.

It was disgusting, but I say "let's take him to Hagrid."

Me, Hermione, and Harry help Ron stand up and walk him to Hagrid's hut. Hagrid let's us inside and makes some tea.

"Unfortunately, you gotta wait until it stops" Hagrid says to Ron, while handing him a large bucket.

Poor Ron.

"Who were yeh tryin' to get?" Hagrid asks.

"Malfoy. He called Hermione and y/n- well, I don't know what it means but it didn't sound good" Harry says.

Hermione stood up quickly, tears in her eyes, and said "he called me and y/n mudbloods."

"He did not!" Hagrid says and gasps.

"What? What's a mudblood?" Harry asks.

"A mudblood is a very fowl name for someone who is muggle born. I was born from muggles, making my blood filthy. A mudblood is a fowl name for someone like us" I say.

Hagrid takes me and Hermione's hands and says "there isn't one spell that our Hermione and y/n can't do. Don't you think on it you two, don't you think on it for one minute."

Hagrid pulls me and Hermione into a bone-crushing hug.

"You two are the brightest witches I've ever seen at this school" Hagrid says.

Then Ron throws up another slug. "Ewww" we all said.