"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Professor Lockhart says, "Me. Gilderoy Lockhart..." I look over at Draco and laugh. "...Order of Merlin, Third Class... honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League...and five times winner...of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award."

"Oh brother," I say as girls around the room were swooning over him.

"Please tell me you aren't buying this," Draco says. I smirk and decide to play along.

"But I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at him," Lockhart says.

"I bet he could," I say dreamily.

"Y/n you better be joking," Draco says, "I respect you too much to believe you would be into this."

"Now, be warned. It is my job to arm you...against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind. You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room," He says, "Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here."

"He can protect me any day," I tease. Draco shoves my arm.

"Knock it off," He says.

"Why you Jealous?" I ask.

"No," He huffs, "I doubt the old mans more attractive than me."

"I'd say you are more attractive than him any day," I say, "but that'd be a lie."

"Screw off!" He says shoving me jokingly.

"I must ask you not to scream. It might provoke them," Lockhart says. Revealing the cage of Pixies.

"Cornish pixies?" Seamus asks.

"Freshly caught Cornish pixies," Lockhart says, "Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnegan... but pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters. Let's see what you make of them." He unlocks the cage and they flood around the room. On catches a hold of my hair. 

"Bloody hell Ow! Ow!" I exclaim. I try to smack it away to see Draco swatting it to. It lets go and he looks at me.

"Let's go!" He says.

"I'm going to help Hermione!" I say. He rolls his eyes and runs off and I run over to Hermione who has about five tugging her hair.

"Come on now, round them up. They're only pixies!" Lockhart says. A group grabbed onto Nevile and had manged to hang him off the chandelier

"What the-" I mumble as he hangs. 

"You just stay there!" Lockhart screams as a pixie grabs his wand.

"Please, get me down!" Neville screams.

"Get off me!" Hermione yells.

"Stop. Hold still!" Harry says. Smacking the Pixie with a book. We swat at the with the books when Lockhart looks at us.

"I'll ask you four to just nip the rest of them back into their cage," He says.

"You useless excuse of a teacher!" I yell as he runs away.

"What do we do now?" Ron yells. Hermione pulls out her wand and points it up at the flying rodents.

"Immobulus!" She yells and they all freeze.

"Finally," I huff, "Hermione always saving the day." I pat her back and she smiles.

"Why is it always me?" Neville whines still hanging from the chandelier.

"We should get him down," Harry says.

"Right," I say.

********

     "Marcus here are the two newbies," Some third year says referring to Draco and I. I was wearing the green robe over some old uniform. Which a chaser had mad sure to make we understand that it was probably my only time every wearing that robe. I wave politely to Marcus as his eyes land on us. 

  "I assume you got my care package from my dad," Draco remarks slyly, "and I get the spot."

 "Of course," Marcus says, "as for you." He looks down at me with hatred in his eyes, "you have this practice to prove you aren't going to suck. Which... I doubt you'll do."

"I've been playing quidditch for years," I say, "and I'm a damn good beater."

 "Prove it," Marcus says, "and you get a spot. Don't and you become a laughing stock."

"Where you think you're going, Flint?" Oliver says referring to us. The whole Gryffindor team behind him. And they were pissed.

 "Quidditch practice," Marcus says cockily. I stand awkwardly in the crowd of Slytherin boys. You could tell I was out of place. From the old distressed robe to my happy waving to the Gryffindor team. Housing my brother and friends.

"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today," Oliver says harshly. 

"Easy, Wood. I've got a note," Marcus says he shoves the note to Oliver Wood who takes it.

"'I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team... permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker,'" Oliver reads out.

"If they booked it maybe we should go," I say stepping up to his side, "I mean. We have plenty of time." He snaps his head in my direction angrily. I swallow the lump in my throat as he turns to me. 

"Oh shut it Cultven!" Marcus screams at me shoving me back knocking me from my stance to the ground.And Draco just letting me fall. I literally defended him like 4 hours ago and he just let me hit the ground.

"Hey hey hey!" Micheal says, "she's just a second year leave her alone."

"Make me," Marcus says. He steps up probably to murder Marcus but Oliver throws out his arm and mumbles something to him. Mikey huffs and walks over to me extending a hand to help me up. Pulling me in between the two teams. I dust off the robe. Stupid Marcus.

"You've got a new Seeker. Who?" Oliver asks. Draco steps up by Marcus proudly. Smirking in Harry's direction.

"Malfoy?" Harry chuckles.

"That's right. And that's not all that's new this year,"  Marcus says tilting the new brooms to show them off.

"Those are Nimbus 2001s," Ron says in shock, "How did you get those?"

"A gift from Draco's father," Marcus brags. 

"You didn't!" I say looking at Draco. He just smirks. I scoff. The little ass bought a spot on the team! That was what the care package was. 

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

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

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," Draco hisses.

"You did not call her that!" I yell shoving him. I move beside her where Ron was fuming.

"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy. Eat slugs!" Ron shoots a spell at Draco but it back fires sending him flying landing on the ground.

"You okay, Ron?" Hermione asks as we run towards Ron with the Gryffindor team. "Say something." He gagged again and again until finally he puked up a slug.

"Ew," I say.

"Wow! Can you turn him around, Harry?" Colin asks.

"No, Colin, get out of the way," Harry says, "Let's take him to Hagrid's." I follow behind until I feel someone grab my arm.

"If you leave with them," Marcus says, "you'll never get on this team." I pull my arm away and scowl.

"After that," I say, "I'd rather die then be on this stupid team with you people." I throw down the broom and the qudditch robe and run off to follow them.

*****

"This calls for a specialist's equipment," Hagrid says handing Ron a bucket, "Nothing to do but wait till it stops, I'm afraid." One by one the slugs come up. 

"Poor thing," I say pushing his hair from his face. Then return my hand to his back patting it back sympathetically.

"Better out than in," Hagrid reassures as Ron gags, "Who was Ron trying to curse, anyway?"

"Malfoy. He called Hermione..." Harry says, "Well, I don't know exactly what it means."

"He called me a Mudblood," Hermione says moving from Ron and I. 

"He did not," Hagrid gasps.

"He did," I say.

"What's a Mudblood?" Harry asks.

"Its an awful word," I reply, "and he shouldn't of said it."

"It means "dirty blood." Mudblood's a foul name for someone who's Muggle-born. Someone with non-magic parents. Someone like me," She says ,"It's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversation."

"Its a word that I should have murdered Malfoy for using," I growl. Still rubbing Ron's back. Occasionally pushing back the hair from his face when it fell back to its original place.

"See, the thing is, Harry, there are some wizards, like the Malfoy family... who think they're better than everyone else because they're pure-blood," Hagrid says.

"That's horrible," Harry says.

"It's disgusting," Ron says as he lifts his head from the bucket.

"Its how  Pure blooded kids are raised," I say to Harry, "they are taught that a 'pure bloodline' makes you better. And that everyone else is beneath us. That half bloods and muggle borns are wrong." I look at Hermione then to Harry, "While other pure blooded families have abandoned that mentality and taught their children that bloodline doesn't matter Like mine and Ron's."

"Dirty blood. Why, there isn't a wizard alive today that's not half-blood or less," Hagrid says "More to the point, they've yet to think of a spell that our Hermione can't do. Come here. Don't you think on it, Hermione. Don't you think on it for one minute." He hugs her trying to cheer her up.

"Trust me Hermione," I say, "you are a better wizard then any of those fools."

*****

I walk into the dining hall. A part of me wanted to ditch my house. After today I was embarrassed. How the hell could they do that? How could Draco say that to her? It didn't matter. Its not like they feel bad. They were ignorant. Blinded by their parents shoving blood line purity down their throats. I remember a story my father told me. About how he was raised like that. But that my mother changed that Perspective of his. Making him realize that it didn't matter if you were a pure blood or a muggle born. He would always say he was an ignorant child. And if he could go back and change what he did he would. He would never do or say anything he did to those other wizards.  I hope when these people get older they think like that. Instead of cramming the same bullshit into their children's mind.

"Cultven," Draco says as I sit down. He said it in his usual playful way when he talks to me. He grey eyes shinning. 

"Malfoy," I spit back. He seemed taken back with my tone. I honestly didn't even want to be here. I almost skipped dinner just so I didn't have to be here.

"Are you mad?" He asks.

"Of course I am!" I snap. Drawing attention to us and our table, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because she is a mudblood," Draco says, "its true."

"Stop using that word!" I say, "you don't understand how awful it is."

"I understand they deserve it," He says.

"Why for being born?!" I ask. I toss the napkin I had sitting on my lap on to the table and jump up. "Whatever." I stomp out of the room and through the halls. I didn't really want to see anyone or anything. Everyone at that point sucked. That is when I heard a voice. It was harsh and quiet. I follow it through the halls until  I see Harry, and the other starring up at a wall.  I walk closer and look up and see it. Written in the scarlet liquid. 

'The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir, beware.'