AURA
Before my first class, I wandered around the staircase outside of the Gryffindor common room until Hermione came out. "Hermione!" I called, as soon as she stepped out of the door.
She smiled and ran over to me. "How was your first night at Hogwarts?" she asked.
"Well, after dinner, I ran into Draco, and, well, I have yet to know what the beds feel like..." I said.
Hermione gasped and covered her mouth.
I shook my head, "Its not like that, but can I talk to you?"
"Sure..." Hermione said, and dragged me to a windowsill, and sat me down. "What's wrong?"
"Well," I started, "What exactly is a...mudblood?"
Hermione cringed as I said it. Then she looked at me sadly and patted my knee. "Did Draco call you that?"
"No..." I said, "But he did happen to call you that...but...what does it mean?"
She sighed and sat down next to me on the windowsill. "Mudblood is the worst insult you could say to a Muggle-born. It's something Pure-bloods like the Malfoys call us to make us feel unworthy."
"But...why would he call you that?" I asked, confused about how the sweet guy I had talked to last night could call my friend such a thing.
"Draco HATES Muggle-borns." she said, sounding kind of hurt.
I looked away and said, "He seems to like me just fine."
Hermione looked at me with a puzzled look. "Oh really?" she said with a smile beginning to form, but then fading. "You've already got the guys lined up...but you must be cautious with Draco. He could turn on you any time. You are after all, a...mudblood." she said, with much difficulty at the end.
I smiled. I couldn't help it. I threw my arms around Hermione. "Thank you. I'll be careful." I said.