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Mudblood
Volume 1: HŒar†s & DaggŒr§
By: Trazy Lovins
Contains Sexual Content,
Adult Language & Some Violence
It was my first year at Hogwarts. I was by no means worried about that. I had, unlike the other first years, been able to use magic at a very young age, even before I had been told it existed. My mother hadn't even permitted fairy tales in our house hold, and my grandmother was a pure-blood who had brought mud to my veins by marrying a muggle and having my mother, who never went to the world of magic, and put even more mud in my veins by marrying my father and having me. When I received my invitation to Hogwarts( much to the distress of my mum, who hadn't known gran had registered me) I wasn't all to surprised. I had always used magic, though I hadn't known there were others with the same abilities as myself, I knew I was something different from the people around me.
As we were led through the entrance hall, the other first years and I were harassed by the older students, especially Draco Malfoy. My gran had told me all about the Malfoys'. Of course, she had the impression I'd steer clear of them, but I actually was very drawn to the idea of meeting one. Even after the other years had gone to their house tables, Draco stayed to harass us, telling us rude things, and trying to scare us. He seemed to especially enjoy telling us horrible things about Harry Potter. When he got to the girl next to me, whom I had met on the Hogwarts Express (her name was Emily Granger, she was cousin to a Hermione Granger, whom I had also been introduced to on the train) and started telling her all about Potter, I stepped forward, "It's not Potter I'm worried about, it's you." I sneered at him. He cocked his eyebrow and replied, "Why's that? Everyone just adores Potter. Don't you want to know all the bad things the-boy-who-lived really does?" he sneered right back. I started circling him like a hawk.
Leaning in and whispering, so only he could hear, "Potter is an insignificant, fleck of pond scum." Smirking, he said, "Quite a lot of spunk for a first year. What's your name, girl?" "Trazy McKeen, and yes, quite a lot of spunk." "I haven't heard that name, you're not a pure-blood are you?" he asked, sounding disappointed. I huffed and stuck my chin out in the air, "My bitch-blood-traitor of a grandmother made sure of that." talking again where only he could hear. I stopped circling him as Professor McGonagall came in to the entrance hall. Draco ducked out, with a wink to me, just before she saw him.
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The sorting hat
Standing in front of the teachers table was very intimidating for the other first years. I however stood stock still awaiting my turn to be sorted. After what seemed like an hour of the hats stupid song, the sorting finally got started. I began to impatiently scan the room to see what kind of idiots I would be dealing with, when I noticed Malfoy intently watching me. I hoped, even against my pale skin, no one could notice the awkward shade of pink I had just turned. I had no idea why I had begun to blush when I saw him looking at me. I was never that intimidated by any one before just then.
I scanned the room again so as to possibly seem unfazed. Half listening to the sorting I noted that Emily was now a Gryffindor like she had said she would like to be. I stopped scanning then and looked to the Gryffindor table. Undoubtedly Harry Potter would be there. Sure enough there he was, though, surprisingly he was staring right at me! I did not blush at this (though Potter is slightly cute) it actually made me somewhat upset, I couldn't explain why. I looked away and would not look back. My name was called, shocking me back to reality.
I walked over to the stool, my robes billowing around my ankles, and sat down. The sorting hat was placed on my head. "So, you didn't like my song did you?" it said inside my mind. It was silent for a moment before conversing with me again. "You've a mind like a Slytherin, needy of power, but are courageous and brave, like a good Gryffindor." It chewed these thoughts before yelling out loud "Gryffindor!" The hat was removed, and I crossed the room to my new table, long, blonde, hair swishing by my waist. I caught Draco glaring at Harry, and positively seething. Harry pushed everyone down the bench so the only possible seat I could take was between him and a red-headed boy. I took my seat and looked back at Malfoy, who had turned and was obviously saying bad things about Harry again.
As I turned to examine my surroundings Harry introduced himself by saying, "Hi, I'm Harry, this is Ron," the red-head smiled at me from my left, "and this is Hermione." The girl sitting across from me waved. I introduced myself and turned to watch the rest of the sorting as Harry and Ron talked behind my back, and Hermione rolled her eyes at them as if to say, there they go again.
When the sorting had ended and dinner was eaten, I followed them to the Gryffindor common room, catching Malfoy's eye as he turned to go toward the dungeons. I watched as the other Slytherins went in. In front of me Harry and Ron talked and Hermione read a book. We arrived at the Fat Lady painting and went inside, introductions went on forever. Every person I met thought I was wonderful because I was a Gryffindor like them, and also because Harry thought so.
Finally it was time for bed. Harry said, "Look for us in the morning; we'll take you to your classes." To which Ron added, with a slap on the back that almost knocked me to the floor, "Oi, see you in the morning!" I followed Hermione up to the girls' dorms and sat down on my new bed. I rubbed my shoulder where Ron had slapped me. Hermione started rummaging through her bag and pulled out a container of IcyHot and handed it to me. "Thanks," I said, "friendly bloke isn't he?" She giggled, said good night, and pulled the curtains of her bed shut.
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First Class
The next morning I got up, dressed, and tried to get through breakfast without being seen by any Gryffindors. I had no such luck. As soon as I walked in Harry and Ron called my name. Draco caught my eyes and lifted his eyebrows at me, smirking as if to rub in the fact my name was being yelled across the Great Hall. I sulked to my seat and ate silently. My first class was Professor Sprouts' Herbology class with the Slytherins. Ron would not shut up about it. "I can't believe your first class at Hogwarts is with Slytherins!" he said for the fifth time since breakfast. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking me to class, most unnecessarily. As we reached the green houses, we saw the Slytherins coming over the hill, led by Malfoy.
When class began those three left, but Draco stayed, pacing outside, for the whole class. As soon as that pointless class was over, I stepped into the warm fresh breeze. The moment was ruined though by the sight of Ron and Harry heading my way. Before I could find a place to hide, I was pulled behind the green houses and out of sight.
Once let go I spun around to see who or what had been pulling me and my face came about an inch from Malfoys'. He looked around the corner to make sure we hadn't been seen, and then asked me, "I thought you didn't like Potter? You're with him a lot for some one who doesn't like him. Pot-head Potter seems to be rather attached to you to." To this I said, "Actually, they won't stop following me and it's very annoying. and he may very well like me, why do you care?" He looked around corner again, without answering, and I looked too, to see if Harry had left yet.
Suddenly Draco grabbed me and started to drag me to the Quidditch field. I turned around to see why just as we had got away, Ron had looked around the other corner. Draco had me by the wrist and pulled me into the Quidditch stands. "Have you ever played Quidditch before?" he asked me. "No, I haven't even ever seen it. My mother kept the wizarding world a secret from me until she was no longer able." I answered. "Your mother was a bitch-blood-traitor too then, like her mother before her? But you're not. You're better than most witches here, the dirty mud-blood lovers." he replied, "You should watch Quidditch some time. I've heard of those muggle games, waste of time, they are. Not even challenging."
I laughed and said, "They are a waste of time, but if you think they're not challenging, you've obviously never tried to play a sport without magic. So, you'll show me how Quidditch goes then?" He answered, "If you do as I say, I may even let you fly with me. We'll have to stay low or someone will see us though." He smiled evilly, "I'm going to get myself expelled though if I keep skipping class to hang out with you." "and why do I care if you get expelled? I can plead innocence, I had no idea, and Draco told me it was okay! I'll just blame it all on you."
We looked toward the school; some one was walking toward the pitch calling my name. "I'll see you later." said Draco, turning to leave. As soon as he was out of sight Hermione appeared. "Trazy! What are you doing out here? You're going to miss lunch and you already missed a class on your first day! Come on lets go back to the castle." We walked in silence the rest of the way. When we walked in Harry and Ron ran to ask me where I had been I told them, "I went to the Quidditch pitch after first class because I've never seen a game. Or even anybody on broomstick. I wish I could ride one, I'd do anything to get to!" I said as Malfoy was walking right behind me. He smiled crookedly and "accidentally" elbowed Harry in the back of the head. Harry went to hit him back, but Professor Snape the Potions master and head of Slytherin house looked in our direction before he could.
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The broom ride
A month went by and the only thing that happened was Draco was meaner to Harry than usual. Finally though, after Herbology, Draco found me again. Harry and Ron still thought it their rightful duty to make sure I got to all my classes safely. As I walked out of the green houses Draco grabbed me around the waist and took me into the edge of the forbidden forest so no one would find me and him together, since the first place they'd look for me would probably be the pitch since that's were I was last time.
We waited until we saw the backs of their cloaks disappear through the doors, to head for the field. When we entered the field, Draco motioned for me to be quiet as he went into the locker room. He came out with a Firebolt. He mounted the broom and said, "Okay, get on behind me and hold on tight." I did as I was told and mounted the broom behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. We soared up, the wind whistling in my ears. The ground was so far beneath us I could see the whole grounds. I leaned in close to him, so as to be heard and said, "Won't I get you in big trouble for this? You said we'd stay close to the ground so we wouldn't get caught." "Yeah, you're right." he said, taking one hand from the handle and using it to pull me closer as we descended to the ground.
When we landed I almost fell off but Malfoys' arm around my waist kept me upright. He stepped off and asked me, "How'd you like your first flight?" I couldn't answer, for I was out of breath after the flight, so I just smiled at him. I followed him as he threw the broom over his shoulder and walked off the pitch. He put the broom away and we went to leave the field. As we walked in the direction of the exits, we were both silent. I looked at Draco; he looked bothered by something, but I didn't feel like I should ask him about it. Anyways I was still feeling to dreamy-floaty to talk right. When we got to the castle doors we immediately separated, and went our different ways. I, unfortunately, had to go to Gryffindor tower.
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Flying lessons
One day in the middle of class, all first years were brought to the Quidditch pitch. On the ground of the pitch, there was a row of broomsticks. We were told to pick one and stand next to it. I picked one on the far right of the field. I looked around me, seeing what the other students would do. Whilst I was looking around me I saw a group of familiar figures in the stands (Guess who). Off a few feet from the side of them I saw another familiar figure; cloak pulled over his head so his face was covered in shadow, Malfoy had also come to watch.
The instructor told us to mount our brooms, I only knew how from when I had seen Draco do it the other day. Next we had to make the brooms rise, which, surprisingly, was simple for me. I was soaring through the air in a matter of seconds. The other first years watched in amazement. All accept one boy who was particularly used to people paying attention to him, so he decided to make sure they were going to watch him instead of me now too. The boy mounted his broom (obviously he was a good flyer as well), flew towards me, and attempted to knock me off my broom. Luckily for me he missed, the first time. Unfortunately, because he missed, he tried again. This time he did knock me off. I was falling fast and the ground was coming up hard. Everyone was now staring, unblinkingly, at me because I was falling with me back towards the ground, arms crossed over chest. I rolled my eyes flipped over on to my stomach (it's a lot harder mind you, when you're falling through the air than when you're laying on your bed reading a story), looked around (in the suspense Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco had stood up in the stands), yelled "ACCIO BROOMSTICK," (my grandmother had taught me a few tricks before sending me here), climbed back on my broom mid-gasp from the crowd of first years gathered below me, and shot like a cannon after the boy who knocked me off in the first place.
The kid almost shat in his pants as he took off towards the forest for cover, the teacher yelling at us both to come back down. He dove between trees, through bushes, back to the field and between the people, but I stayed right on his tail. Finally getting tired of flying around after his useless bum, I pulled out my wand, and set his broom on fire. He freaked out and flew, a little too fast for good, and clumsily landed. I landed right behind him (much smoother), tossed my broom to the ground, and walked off the pitch. At the gates Draco was leaning against the wall with his hood back over his face. He looked up as I walked by and joined stride with me. "That was some pretty good flying," he said, "you could play Quidditch." I blushed and pushed my shoulder into his setting him walking crooked. He smiled, "I take it you liked me saying that, huh?" I again just smiled and we kept walking. We were the only people who were outside therefore we didn't have to hide at the moment. "Draco?" I asked, "Yeah? What is it?" he answered. "How come we can't be seen together?" He was silent for a minute, as if contemplating the best way to answer, and then said, "I'm a Slytherin and you're a Gryffindor, first of all. Second, I'm a pure-blood and I don't hang out with mudbloods and everyone knows it. I really wouldn't mind people seeing us hanging out, but my parents, especially my father wouldn't understand that you don't like being a mudblood anymore than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." I sighed and we went inside.
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Quidditch?
Quidditch tryouts were coming up and everyone was telling me I should try for the team. Usually, if people tell me to do something, I don't even go close to doing it because I'm too arrogant, but I thought I might just really try for a spot on the Quidditch team. Even if it was a team I didn't like. Harry and Ron had found me trying for the team something new to not shut up about. I was getting very annoyed by people following me all day and telling me what they thought, when I really couldn't care, that I was such a great flyer. Plus the first years were over excited that we were about to have our first trip to Hogsmeade.
It actually was an interesting place. The stores had lots of interesting things inside of them, nothing I would buy though. I stopped in the Three Broomsticks for a butter beer and overheard a group of students talking about a place called the Shrieking Shack. The Shack sounded by-far, like the most interesting place here, so I decided to check it out. As soon as the kids were done talking about it I got up and left. Finding the Shrieking Shack proved fairly easy, but nothing was there. I walked all along the path in front of it, and waited. Then there was a creaky-door, howling-wind, noise. I stood as still as possible, waiting for something else to happen, when from behind something jumped on me. I, of course, shrieked. Landing hard on my back, whatever was on top of me stared laughing. I opened my eyes. "I see you've heard about the Shrieking shack?" Draco said as he looked down at me, still grinning menacingly, and still sitting on me. "Yeah, and unfortunately I didn't think to wear full body armor today." I said, propping myself on my elbows. He grinned even broader, getting up, brushing himself off, and helping me up. "Couldn't help it," Draco said, "you were just standing there looking innocent, or, at least as innocent as you can look anyway."
We ambled along the path back toward the in skirts of town, not wanting to go back, but knowing we had to. I told him, "I think I'm going to tryout for the Quidditch team." He stopped walking suddenly, "I …. I don't think that's such a good idea." "Why not? You said I was good." We started walking again, "It's not because how good you are it's a really dangerous game. I really don't think you should play." We were getting close to the center of the town now, where everyone else was, "But I want to. I'm good at it." I brooded. "I don't want you to get hurt!" he said, a little louder and more forceful than he needed to be. We both stopped and looked at each other. "Awww, Draco's being sweet! He cares about me!" I crooned at him. He blushed crimson, and turned away from me, "It's just, you scared me when you fell off the other day." "I know." I said, feeling bad for having pushed the matter. I knew it was time for us to go to our "friends", so I gave him a quick hug, surprising him and making him look swiftly back at me once more, I whispered a farewell, and ran off in the direction of the gates. He gazed after me, in silent shock.
The day of tryout signup came around and I was planning on not signing up for them, but after one of my classes, Draco came up to me, grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me into an unused classroom. "What's going on?" I asked him. "You're not signing up for Quidditch because of me, aren't you? If you really want to go ahead, I shouldn't be keeping you from doing something you want to do." He was sitting on the edge of a desk, looking away from me yet again; I leaned my body on to his and settled in very comfortably. He shifted slightly but let me stay against him "Besides, you're good at it." I said, "I'm going to then. If I get hurt, there's always Madame Pomfrey." He looked down on me, "Just don't let Potter tell you what to do just because he's on the team." "I won't." I promised him. I straightened up and he slid from sitting on the desk. We left the room, and descended down the stairs. At the bottom we went our different ways again, because if I was going to be on the Quidditch team we really couldn't be seen together.
I went to the Gryffindor table and signed up for tryouts. Harry and Ron were ecstatic and were sure we would win the Quidditch cup this year. Hermione just looked at me weirdly and continued eating. All throughout dinner, whenever I looked up she was looking at me. I decidedly kept the subject on Quidditch so as not to reveal too much to her pesky ears, that needn't hear anything important from my mouth.
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The game
I had made the team and was one of three chasers, and my friend Bella Ruggiero (2nd year) was so good they let her be a second seeker. The first practices were fairly easy. The team captain, Oliver Wood, was just finding us out then, but soon they became much more challenging. I was at practice most afternoons and could barely keep my homework up. But finally all the training was going to pay off. The first game of the season was coming and it was going to be Gryffindor verses Hufflepuff. Me and my newly made friend, Bella, were anxiously awaiting the game. She had amazingly become the Gryffindor teams' second seeker. Before the game the teams went to the fields early to get ready. Walking in to the locker rooms I saw Malfoy in the stands. I told the rest of the team I had to go check on something, and ran over to him. He gave me a sexy-evil look and said, "Fancy meeting you here, of all places!" I rolled my eyes at him, sitting down in an empty seat. "Wow that was amazingly funny." I commented. He grinned mockingly, "I know, wasn't it?" "That one was too. You could do this for a living. I'm sure lots of people would love to pay to laugh at you." I responded.
We heard more people coming to the stands, and stood up. "Okay, well, bye then." I said, looking down at my feet. "Bye, and be careful." He said, giving me an unexpected, extremely comfortable, hug. I gave him puppy-dog eyes and an evil smile, as I walked back to the locker room to get ready. I got changed into my Quidditch robes fairly fast and in no time the stands were full and the teams were mounting their brooms. We scored 20 points fast. Hufflepuff was not doing well at all. Their keeper kept pulling back short of the quaffle. One of the Hufflepuff chasers had gotten knocked out of the game with a bludger, and the game had only been going for an hour. They finally scored a few points; of course, it didn't really matter, as Harry caught the golden snitch.
The second week after the Quidditch game was the beginning of winter break. I unfortunately had to go home. So did Draco. Late one night during the week after the game but before break, I snuck out to meet Draco in the trophy room. He was waiting outside of it for me. "Hey." He whispered. "Hey yourself." I whispered back. We went inside and sat on the floor. We talked about where we were going for winter and what we would be doing. I gave him my address (I would have given him my phone number, but I highly doubt he knows how to use a phone). He told me he would try and visit me. We also discussed how much we were going to hate the holiday because our parents. This was the last time we talked before break.
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