Y/N POV

The first few days were interesting to say the least. Herbology was, since we were reporting on Mandrakes in Greenhouse 3.

"Welcome to Greenhouse 3, Second Years." Professor Sprout said. "Now gather around. Today, we are going to report Mandrakes. Who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake root?"

Mine and Hermione's hands shot up, ready to answer.

"Yes, Miss Granger, Mr. Lovegood?" The professor called us.

"Mandrake, or Mandragora," Hermione began "is used to return those who have been petrified to their original state.

"It is also quite dangerous." I continued. "The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it."

"Excellent!" Sprout beamed. "Take ten points to Gryffindor! Now, as our Mandrakes are still only seedlings their cries won't kill you yet."

"But they can knock you out for several hours, which is why I have given each of you a pair of auditory protection. So, could you please put them on, right away? Quickly!"

The Gryffindors and the other students (a few Ravenclaws and a few Hufflepuffs) quickly took the earmuffs in front of them, adjusting them as quickly as they could so they wouldn't hear the screams.

"You grasp your Mandrake firmly," Sprout continued. "You pull it sharply out of the pot..." As she spoke, all the students gasped as well as myself, Hermione, Harry, Ron and Lana. She pulled the roots out, revealing a crying plant. We couldn't hear it of course, but the shivering wooden baby was shrieking it's heart out.

"Got it?" She asked. "And... now you dunk it down into the other pot and pour a little sparkling of soil to keep him warm." Neville then groaned and fainted to the floor

"Uh, Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs."

"No, ma'am." Seamus said in his Irish accent. "He's just fainted."

"Yes, well, just leave him there." The professor said. "Right! On we go! Plenty of pots to go around- and be careful if you find the Venomous Tentacula, it's teething."

As we got to work, one of the Hufflepuffs came towards the five of us. "Justin Finch-Fletchy." The Hufflepuff boy said as he shook Harry's hand. "Know who you are, of course. The famous Harry Potter..." Harry smiled at Justin.

"And you're Hermione Granger -- always top in everything." As he shook her hand, Justin blushed in front of her, which made me a bit jealous.

"Y/N and Lana Lovegood -- you're the twins who excel at every subject right?"

Lana smiled as Justin shook our hands and I changed my mood towards this kid. He might be good in my book, he does seem nice.

"And Ron Weasley..." Justin finished. "Wasn't that your flying car?"

Ron didn't smile back at Justin. That Howler he got must still make him a bit upset.

Flashback to Breakfast

"RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!"

"Oh, and Ginny, dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud."

Then it stuck out it's paper tongue and ripped itself to pieces.

Justin then went on about Lockhart, one of the saps who actually believes his false narratives. I mean, how do you find a werewolf near a telephone booth in London?

After class, it was time for Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. We were supposed to turn a beetle into a button. Hermione, Lana and I were able to do it successfully. Harry managed to scrape by, while Ron managed to produce a gray smoke reeking of several rotten eggs, which disappointed Grandmum. Ron had to use some spare Spellotape for his wand to work a bit better, but so far, it was worse.

Later at lunch, we found that we had Gilderoy Lockhart's class next, while Harry found he was being stared at by a Muggle camera. Behind the camera was a boy who came over and spoke shyly.

"All right, Harry? I'm --I'm Colin Creevey. I'm in Gryffindor, too. Do you think -- would it be all right if -- can I have a picture?"

"A picture?" Harry asked.

"To prove that I've met you!" Colin said eagerly. As he continued to talk nonstop as if he was a jukebox playing on repeat, a certain Slytherin decided to make his move.

"Signed photos?" Malfoy said as he came to the Gryffindor table with his henchmen. "You're giving out signed photos, Potter? Everyone line up! Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!"

"No, I'm not." Harry said. "Shut up, Malfoy."

"You're just jealous!" Colin piped up.

"Jealous?" Malfoy said. "Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my forehead, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself."

"Really?" I said. "Then why are you making more attention to him, Malfoy? You've brought more people here to Harry, so you must clearly be a hypocrite."

Malfoy's face flushed with anger as he walked back to the Slytherin table.

After lunch, it was then time for Lockhart's class.

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As we entered the DATDA room, we found it was slightly redecorated from Quirrel's room. It now held multiple posters of Lockhart doing various things, all of which were obviously fake. At his desk, there was a object covered by a drape.

"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher...me!" Lockhart said from above us. "Gilderoy Lockhart, 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... but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at him!"

He then beamed at us. "Kinda sounds like he did..." I whispered to Hermione, who giggled at my joke.

"I see you've bought a complete set of my books -- Well done. I thought we'd start with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about -- just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in."

First day back, he gives us a quiz. I hate him even more now.

All of us then took our seats while Lockhart acquired the quizzes. I sat next to Hermione, Ron sat with Harry and Lana sat with another Ravenclaw.

Lockhart went around and passed out the tests to us. As he finished passing them out, he returned to the front and began, "You have thirty minutes -- start-- now!"

I looked down at my paper, when I cringed at the first couple of questions.

What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?

'What kind of questions are there!?!' I thought, '54 questions, thirty minutes, what the hell?' I decided that not only do I hate Lockhart, I absolutely loathe him.

'These are all about him!' I heard from Hermione.

'Bloody hell, I think I hate him more.' That was Ron.

'I think I found someone even more egotistical than Uncle Vernon or Dudley.' Of course, that was Harry.

And Lana... she was swearing in French in her thoughts.

I went on to answer the questions.

The color of his hair, he loves it as much as his ego.

To actually be a good author instead of what he is now.

Somehow managed to fool Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, and other witches and wizards into thinking he was a suitable teacher and lying about his supposed adventures.

54. February 29th, Leap Year, since he mentally acts like a child. His ideal gift is a fully functioning brain and Firewhiskey, since he was clearly deprived of one and wants to get drunk once a while.

After the longest 30 minutes of my life, Lockhart collected our papers and sorted his fingers through.

"Tut, tut -- hardly any of you remember that my favorite color is lilac. I say so in Year of the Yeti. And a few of you need to Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully- I clearly state in Chapter 12 that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples - though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogden's old Firewhiskey -- which would be the only one that Mr. Y/N Lovegood answered correctly..."

Nearly everyone gasped at this. Even Hermione was curious how that happened. She knew I was one of the top students in our house.

"Way to call me out, Gilderoy." I said coldly. "And this is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, not a contest about who knows you best. Along with that, everything on this test is utter bullshit. Excuse my French."

"That is no way to talk to a Professor, Mr. Lovegood!" He said. "Everything on this test is true!"

"I beg to differ." I retorted. "When you were in Hogwarts in your 1st year, my mother, Addison Lovegood was in her fourth year. From what she heard, every other first year said you were absolutely terrible at the most simplest of spells. So a pretty sad excuse of a Professor teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts."

(A/N:What a reverse UNO card moment, am I right?)

Most of the boys, and some girls in the class started to mutter to themselves. Some other girls glared at me coldly. Hermione gave me a mixed look of surprise and amusement, which told me we had to talk about it later.

"Regardless of those false accusations," Lockhart sneered at me, while I scowled back at him. Hermione looked at Lockhart and back to me and put her hand on mine, calming me down. "It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind! You may find yourselves facing your worst fear in this room. Know only no harm can befall you whilst I am here. I must ask you not to scream. It might... provoke them!"

He unveiled the object to reveal...

Cornish Pixies? Those are completely harmless...

"Freshly caught Cornish Pixies!" Lockhart announced.

Hermione POV

Y/N looked concerned at what Lockhart showed us. Really concerned for the man's mental health.

"Laugh if you will, put pixies can be devilish little blighters. Let's see what you make of them!" He reached for the lock, unlocked it and allowed the pixies to be loose.

And pandemonium ensued after. The Pixies flew around the room, rocketing around every corner, making strange faces at every person. Two of them took Neville by the ears, A couple zoomed past Harry and Ron, one zipped past Lana and one stuck itself in my hair. Y/N saw the pixie in my hair and proceeded to remove it.

"Nope, nuh-uh," He said to the pixie. "You do not put yourself in her hair, no thank you." He then took the pixie and placed it back in it's cage.

"Come on now-- round them up, round them up." Lockhart cheered. "They're only pixies."

He rolled his sleeves, pulled out his wand and chanted, "Peskipiksi Pesternomi!" Nothing happened. All the pixies still zipped around carefree while everyone else ran out of the classroom.

"I'll ask you five to just nip the rest back into their cages!" Lockhart said.

"Lâche couché!*" Lana swore at him. "You're right, he didn't even say it right!" I said to Y/N.

"What do we do?" Ron asked the five of us.

"I've got an idea." Y/N said as he pulled his own wand out while I did the same.

"Immobulus!" We cried out, pointing our wands towards the sky, stopping the pixies from moving around. Only the pixies and Neville were the only things not moving.

"Why is it always me?" He asked us.

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A few days, I woke up early as always and went down to the Common Room, ready to see Y/N and start the day. Only thing was, he wasn't there.

'Is he going to surprise me again?' I thought to myself. That's what I thought until something caught my eye on the boy's dorm room, which was a note with my name on it. I went towards the door, took off the note, and read it to myself.

Dear Hermione,

If you're reading this, I'm at the Quidditch Field with Harry. Oliver Wood woke us up at the crack of dawn for tryouts, so I didn't get much to do. I hope I get Chaser this year. I don't know how long tryouts are, so I might be there for a while, so you can come down when you like. Hope to see you soon.

Love, Y/N. :)

I honestly love how he writes his letters or notes, his handwriting is so neat.

I folded up the note and put it in my pocket. As Ron left the boy's room, we joined up with Lana, grabbed breakfast (I grabbed some for Harry and Y/N) and made our way down from the Quidditch Field. From what I could see, Harry and Y/N were in the air, flying on the broomstick. And they were both in Gryffindor Quidditch robes.

"Y/N must have gotten Chaser!" Lana exclaimed. "I'm proud of him!"

I beamed at Y/N in the distance. He must have spotted us and motioned for Harry to follow him to us.

"Are you finished yet?" Ron asked them.

"Haven't even started." Y/N said as I gave him and Harry a piece of toast with some jam on it. "Thank you so much, Mione!"

"Wood's been showing us some new moves." Harry added.

"And Harry's been bombarded by that Colin kid." Y/N said. "He's been following him all day."

"I don't believe it!" We heard Wood yell. "Where do you think you're going, Flint?"

"Quidditch Practice." A voice said.

"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today." Wood said, while Harry and Ron flew back to Wood and we went down to the pitch.

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

The Slytherin in front of Wood passed him a paper. "'I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new seeker.' You've got a new Seeker? Who?"

And from the back of the Slytherin team came one blond boy in green robes.

Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked

"That's right, Potter." Malfoy sneered.

"Are you kidding me?!?" Y/N said. "Malfoy couldn't even catch a Snitch even if it was in front of him!"

"And that's not all that new this year." Malfoy said, as he showed off his broom with the rest of the team. Ron gasped in amazement.

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

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

"You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best." Malfoy sneered once more.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in." I said as Y/N came closer to me. "They got in on pure talent."

Malfoy came closer to my face and said the one thing I'd never thought I'd hear in my life. It brought tears to my eyes as he said:

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

Y/N's eyes grew in rage as he punched Malfoy in his jaw. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO HER?!?!" He yelled at him.

"That's because that's what she is!" Malfoy said. 'A Mudblood!" Y/N ran up to him and pushed him to the ground. "Say that again! I dare you, I double-dare you, you greasy-haired arsehole!"

Malfoy began punching him as Y/N punched back. Y/N managed to punch him in the mouth, causing his lips to swell up, but Draco managed to break his nose.

'You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!" Ron yelled at him as he pushed Y/N to the side. "Eat slugs!" But it backfired. Literally.

The spell pushed Ron backwards. I ran over to Y/N as he clutched his arm and his nose, which both were bloody while Harry and Lana went to Ron to check on him

"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly as I got him up. Tears were still leaking out of my eyes.

" 'ittle bi-t." He says as I pull out my wand.

"Episkey!" I said to fix his nose and "Scourgify." to clean up the blood.

"Are you okay, Ron?" Lana asked him. "Say something!"

Instead of something, Ron vomits slugs out of his mouth.

A flash seemed to come out of nowhere as Colin Creevey gasped. "Wow! Can you turn him around, Harry?"

"No, Colin! Get out of the way!" Harry said as he pushed him. Let's take him to Hagrid's.

Ron vomited another slug.

"He'll know what to do."

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"I'm sorry you saw me do that to Malfoy." Y/N said. "Seriously, I'm so sorry."

I looked at Y/N. He was looking down at the ground while Harry and Lana carried Ron. We were walking right behind them on our way to Hagrid's.

"Y/N, you didn't do anything that you had to apologize to me." I said sweetly as I grabbed his hand. "You were just protecting me, and I appreciate that. The one who has to apologize is Malfoy. I can't believe he called me that." I was still upset about the "Mudblood" thing, tears were coming from my eyess. Y/N clearly saw that I was, and intertwined his fingers with mine.

As we approached Hagrid's, he greeted us with an unlikely greeting.

"I swear, if he gives me a -" Hagrid said. "Oh, 'ello there! What happened to Ron?"

"He said 'eat slugs' with his broken wand." Lana said as we all sat down. Harry sat next to Ron, who now held a bucket that was a quarter filled with slugs. I sat in between Y/N and Lana, my head leaning on Y/N's shoulder as I hugged him as he pulled me closer to him while he wiped my tears away.

"Wo, this calls for a specialist's equipment." Hagrid said. "Nothin' to do but wait'' it stops. I'm afraid."

"Oh, okay then." Harry said as Ron vomited.

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

"Malfoy." Lana said.

"He called Hermione... um, well, I don't- I don't know exactly what it means." Harry said.

"He called me a Mudblood." I blurted out.

Hagrid gasped. "HE DID NOT!" He said in astonishment.

"What's a Mudblood?" Harry asked. Since he was raised in the Muggle world, but had no insight about the magical world, he didn't know what it meant.

"It's a really bad thing to call a Muggle-born child," Lana said. "Of course, Draco thought about them being filth from his family, it's completely nonsense. Muggle-borns are just like the rest of us, if not better than those Malfoys."

"It means 'dirty blood'." I explained. "Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who is Muggle-born. Someone with non-magic parents. Someone like me." I sobbed into Y/N's robes but he didn't seem to care that they were getting wet, he was too busy comforting me.

"It's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversation, Harry." Y/N said before looking at me and hugging me.

'Don't worry about that blonde prick.' He said in my head. 'I'm here for you. Always will be, Mione.' I hugged him harder as he kissed my forehead.

"See, the thing is, Harry," Hagrid said. "They're some wizards, like the Malfoy family, who think they're better'n everyone else because they're what people call 'Pure Blood.'"

"That's horrible!" Harry said.

"It's disgusting." Ron asked before vomiting another slug."Wait, Lana, Y/N, aren't the Lovegoods pure blood?"

"Yes, but Y/N and I aren't pure blood." Lana said. "We're half-blood, Luna and Uncle Xeno are the ones that are. Aunt Pandora and Dad were also pure blood, but..." Lana paused before she went on. "But Luna and Uncle Xeno aren't like the Malfoys, they wouldn't disrespect someone because of blood status."

"It's codswallop, to boot." Hagrid continued. ""Dirty blood'... Why, there isn't a wizard alive that's not half blood or less. More ter the point, they've yet to think of a spell that our Hermione can' do."

"Yeah, Hermione's one of the best." Y/N said as I blushed harder. "And no one is going to make her think otherwise, not even Malfoy."

"Oh, Hagrid," Lana asked. 'Why were you a bit angry when we came here?"

"Oh, that Lockhart, came to give me advice on getting kelpies out of a well." Hagrid said. "Like I don' know. An' bangin' on about some banshee he banished. If one word was true, I'll eat my kettle."

"Wanted to give me a signed copy of his book. If he was here again, I would have shot im with my crossbow!"