A/N: Real short, but eventful. I'm very pleased with myself, really! . HUFFLEPUFF! By the way, I had so much fun writing this! Blood...sugar... RISING! (Jumps on pogo stick laughing manically)

"So what if I am? Don't call Mrs. Weasley a Mudblood, she's nice and that's mean, and just rude!" roared Samantha.

"Which one -- there are two." Malfoy retorted hotly.

"Sammy – don't make your dad mad, now. He can be a bit… rough. You should know that!" Sophie, Ariel, and Lili had taken their wands out, and were pointing them at Malfoy.

A shove earned their attention, and Ron was standing in front of Malfoy, his fists (No, not wand) clenched. Draco was in a similar position.

Several cries of "Dad!" and "RONALD!" and a few extreme-ly threatening shouts from Molly Weasley -- " RONALD WEASLEY!"

As he jumped on top of Malfoy, as remembering a similar scene between his father and Draco's had occurred in Flourish and Blotts many, many years ago in his second year. They struggled, and bleeding in some places, bruised in others.

The punching, kicking, and flailing ended soon, where they appeared to be quite injured for only minutes of brawling. Malfoy clutched his arm where it was bleeding where Ron had succeeded in tearing his robes. His black-eye was closed tightly, he was breathing shallowly and appeared to have a broken rib or two. Ron, however, was limping slightly, and holding his head and chest, having deep wounds. He also appeared to have sustained a broken nose (His nose was bleeding slightly, and began to get heavier every moment) and rib. Breathing heavily, he went up to Malfoy, and uttered threateningly, "Don't you EVER say that about my wife again," –Malfoy winced- "nor my children."

"What's a Mudblood?" asked Sophie, "Must be something horrible, because Dad got really mad."

"Oh," Samantha said, head low, "It means 'dirty blood.' Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who's Muggle-born – someone with non-magic parents – it's… not a word you'd normally hear in a civilized conversation – Dad… has a habit of calling un-pure-bloods that, even if they're half-blood."

She walked away with Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and a fuming Mrs. Weasley. Passing her father, she glared at him, and hit him on the head with a weighty book she'd bought from Flourish and Blotts. Hermione passed, and smacked him on his cheek – hard. he looked stunned at them a moment, then rounded on his daughter.

"If you want to continue living in the manor, you will apologize this instant! You are disgracing this family!"

"If I can't be friends with the people I wish, maybe I don't want to be in this git and prat-filled family!" She swished away, and now everyone was staring at her unbelievingly, especi-ally her father. She gave him one last hatred and loathing look, and stalked away, shoving people in-between her and her friends in the ribs.

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