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"I spent the summer devising a whole new Quidditch program. We are gonna train earlier, harder, and longer." Oliver Wood, our Quidditch captain states as we walk out into the courtyard towards the Quidditch field. Then we all notice Slytherin's team is dressed in their uniforms as well, walking towards the field. "What- I don't believe it! Where do you think you're goin', Flint?"

"Quidditch practice." The Slytherin Captain states.

"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today."

"Easy, Wood. I've got a note."

By this time, students have begun to crowd around, expecting a massive duel to breakout. I notice Ron and Hermione in the crowd.

"I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker." Wood looks up at Marcus Flint. "You've got a new Seeker. Who?"

They step out of the way and Malfoy walks up, fully dressed in his uniform.

"Malfoy?" Harry and I question.

"That's right. And that's not all thats new this year." He says, referring to the entire teams brooms.

"Those are Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones! How did you get those?" Ron asks.

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

"You see Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best." Malfoy says to Ron.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got it on pure talent." Hermione tells him.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood!"

As Malfoy says this, the crowd around us gasps, as if "Mudblood" was something bad. I have no idea what it means, so I look to my brother. He's also staring at me with a confused face. But by the crowds reaction, it can't be anything good.

"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy. Eat slugs!" Ron takes out his wand and casts the spell, but because of his broken wand, he is thrown back, having the jinx hit him instead. Everyone laughs at him, except for the Gryffindors. Harry, Hermione, I start running towards him.

"You okay, Ron? Say something!" I say, kneeling down to his level.

He turns over and gags out a slug. It falls to the ground and starts to slowly crawl away.

"Wow! Can you turn him around, Mia?" Colin Creevy asks, wanting to get a picture of the sight before our eyes.

"No, Colin! Get out of the way!" I yell, helping him up.

"Let's take him to Hagrid's." Harry tells me and Hermione. Ron then gags out another, with a disgusted look on his face. "He'll know what to do."

We take Ron down to Hagrid hut, hoping he knows how to fix Ron.

"Wo, this calls for a specialist's equipment. Nothin' to do but wait'll it stops, I'm afraid." Hagrid tells us as he hands Ron a bucket to puke the slugs into. Another comes out.

"Ah! Oh... Okay." Harry says, trying to be a supportive friend, but his having a hard time watching what's happening to our friend.

"Better out than in. Who's Ron tryin' to curse, anyway?" Hagrid asks.

"Malfoy. He called Hermione, ...um, well, I don't- I don't know exactly what it means." I try to explain.

"He called me a Mudblood." She states with her arms crossed.

"He did not!" Hagrid says in a surprised tone.

"What's a Mudblood?" Harry asks.

"It means 'dirty blood.' Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who is Muggle-born. Someone with non-magic parents. Someone like me. It's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversation." Hermione a eyes begin to tear up. It hurts me to see her in pain, especially when Malfoy is to blame.

"See, the thing is, Harry and Mia, there're some wizards, like the Malfoy family, who think they're better'n everyone else because they're what people call 'pure blood.'" Hagrid continues to explain.

"That's horrible!" My brother and I exclaim.

Ron then spits out another slug, "It's disgusting."

"And it's codswallop, to boot. 'Dirty blood.' Why, there isn't a wizard alive today that's not half blood or less. More ter the point, they've yet to think of a spell that our Hermione can' do. Come here..." Hagrid takes Hermione hands. "Don't you think on it, Hermione. Don't you think on it for one minute... eh?"

She smiles at him, and we continue to wait for Ron to finish coughing up slugs before we head back to the Common Room.

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"Are you okay?" I ask Hermione as we sit in the girls dormitory in Gryffindor Tower.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." She says, still obviously torn up about it.

"Hermione, you are a brilliant wizard, one of the best in our year, except for me of course." I say and she gives me a sad little smirk for my joke. "But seriously, don't listen to Malfoy. He's just mad that you're smarter than him, a better wizard than him, and all around a better person."

"Thanks, Mia." She says, giving me a hug. "I appreciate your friendship."

"Hey, we made a deal last year." I say, pulling away from the hug to look her in the eyes. "Friends for life, remember?"

"For life." She mutters and I pull her back into the hug.

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