Year Two
As if I couldn't get any better. This year i'm the Slytherin Quidditch seeker. Father bought us all new brooms. Granger had the nerve to tell me I didn't have talent in front of the whole team.
"What's it to you, you filthy little mudblood." That struck a chord. Good, that was the plan. Show her what she really is. She deserves to know that she is beneath me. I noticed the face she made and I also realized I didn't like it. I don't know that I was expecting her to look so surprised. Upset yes but not surprised. Everyone who was a mudblood knew what they were. And to top it, Granger never looked surprised. Not in class or in life. She actually always looked like she knew more than everyone else, which
I found infuriating.
Father always spoke of them as if they knew they were trash. The mudbloods I mean. It was just common knowledge. Before I could cast aside the wave of doubt that had suddenly come over me, I found myself embracing for an attack from Weasley.
"You'll pay for that one Malfoy! Eat slugs!" I waited for the blast but nothing came. Turns out Weasley's got a defective wand. I laughed inwardly again before sharing a
Smirk with the team.
Before I turned my full attention back to the team, I noticed the mudblood's eyes filling up with tears. She was obviously trying to hide it. I realized I didn't like the color her cheeks turned when she was overwhelmed and upset.