Isabelle's POV
Harry and I had Quidditch Practice today.
We followed Oliver as he explained us for practice.
"I spent the whole summer devising a whole new Quidditch Program. We're going to train earlier, harder and longer." said Oliver.
Then he glanced in the distance.
"I don't believe it!"
We followed him to the courtyard.
"Where you think you're going, Flint?" Oliver asked.
"Quidditch Practice." Marcus replied, smirking.
"I booked the field for Gryffindor today." said Oliver.
"Easy Wood, I got a note." said Marcus.
He handed Oliver the note and he read it.
"I, Severus Snape give Slytherin permission for Slytherin to practice for Qudditich today. They need to train their new Seeker." Oliver got done reading.
"You got the new Seeker? Who?"
Marcus moved out of the way and...Malfoy walked up.
"Malfoy?" Harry said.
"That's right. That's not all new this year." he said, showing his 'broom.'
"Those are Nimbus 2001's. How did you get those?" asked Ron.
"A gift from Draco's father." Flint replied.
"You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best." Malfoy boosted.
I rolled my eyes at that.
"Like we care, Malfoy. You're not the only one has the fastest broom in the world." said Fred.
"Belle has the 'Thunderbolt' and she's the best Gryffindor Chaser. At least no one on the Gryffindor Team had to buy their way in. They got it on pure talent." Hermione said.
Then Malfoy walked towards her. "No one ask your opinion...You filthy little Mudblood."
I was shocked at that. Everyone is, except the Slytherins, of course.
"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy." said Ron, getting his wand out.
"Ron, don't---"
"Eat Slugs!"
His wand backfired.
"Ron!!" We ran up to him.
He looks so pale.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked.
"Say something." I said.
Then..............he puked out slugs.
I was shocked at that. Then a camera flashes.
"Wow, Harry, can you turn him around?" asked Collin.
"No, Collin, get out of the way." Harry said.
"Let's take to him Hagrid's. He'll know what to do." I suggested.
Hermione and Harry nodded.
I stayed behind and looked at Malfoy, who was laughing.
Then we suddenly made eye contact.
"Oliver, let's go." I said, passing by Malfoy.
"What about practice?" he asked.
"Forget it." I said.
Then I turned to Flint...the Slytherin Captain.
"Besides....we're better than these brats." I sneered.
Flint gave me a glare. And I glared back.
Oliver sighed.
"But----" I cut him off.
"Please, Oliver. As Co-Captain of the team...let's practice some other time."
Oliver sighed again.
"If you say so."
I glared at Flint then at Malfoy.
The Gryffindor Team left, while I just stood there.
Malfoy and I were glaring at each other, but then his eyes soften a bit.
I scoffed and went to Hagrids.
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~Hagrid's Hut~
"Is he still puking out slugs?" I asked. Harry nodded.
"Here, this will help." said Hagrid, handing him a bucket.
"Who's Ron trying to curse at?" Hargid asked.
"Malfoy, he called Hermione....well, I'm not sure what it means." said Harry.
Hermione stood up.
"He called me a 'Mudblood.' she said.
Hagrid gasped. "He did not."
"What's a Mudblood?" Harry asked.
"It means 'dirty blood.' Mudblood is a found name who is a muggleborn. Someone with non-magic parents. Someone like me. It's a term no one should hear in a converstation." said Hermione.
I walked to her and rested my hand on her shoulder.
"See the thing is...There are some wizards like the Malfoy family, who think they're better than everyone else because they're what people call pure-blood." said Hagrid.
"That's horrible." said Harry.
Ron threw up another slug.
"That's disgusting." he said.
"And it's caused well up to birth. Dirty Blood. Why there isn't a wizard today that isn't half-blood or less. More to the point that yet another spell that Hermione can't do. Come here." Hermione walked up to Hagrid.
He held Hermione's hand.
"Don't you think on it, Hermione. Don't even think of it for one minute. Ok." said Hagrid.
Hermione smiled a little bit.
I smiled. Then Harry turned to me.
"What happened after we left?"
"We didn't practice. We let the Slytherin Team to practice." I replied.
"Why, Belle?" Harry asked.
I sighed.
"There's nothing we can't do, Harry. They got permission from Snape. Once they got a permission, we can't do nothing." I replied.
Harry sighed as well.
"You got a point there." he said.
Ron started to puke slugs again.
Hang in there, Ron.