HARRY SPENT A lot of the next few days dodging Gildroy Lockhart whenever he saw him coming his way in the corridors, much to the amusement of Freya and the exasperation of WIll.

"We're going to be late for class!" Will complained as they dodged into another hallway in the nick of time while heading to Charms.

"I'm okay with that!" Harry said hastily as he peeked out.

"Really?" Freya smirked, "Because if you keep up the tardiness Lockhart's going to seek you out and advise you how exactly famous people are to be fashionably late~"

Harry basically ran to class when she'd said that, arriving before even Freya and Will who followed after him, both looking amused.

"Nicley done, you manipulative redhead," Will noted to Freya as he sat down next to a breathless Harry.

"All in a day's work," Freya replied sliding into the seat on the other side of Harry, looking smug.

Other than Lockhart there was one other that he was trying his best to avoid but failing miserably too as after they exited out of Charms, Colina Creevey, who seemed to have memorized Harry's schedule, was there beaming.

"Hiya, Harry!" the first year seemed delighted with just saying those words and waving to Harry whenever she saw him. As they walked she followed, turning to Freya, "I have to go back to the Charms room because I have charms but I'll follow you guys for a bit because you know I wanted to say hi to Harry but I also wanted to thank you for the journal, Freya! It's brilliant and it's turned into my best friend you know-" they reached their next class, and she started, "Oh! You guys are going in, well I'll see you later. Bye-a Harry!"

Harry ran a hand tiredly through her hair as he glanced back at her retreating figure and WIll frowned glancing at him, "For someone who was happy about being the center of attention in the Gryffindor common room you don't seem to like having a fan."

"Will," Harry frowned as they went in, "You know it's different."

"Well, I think she's adorable and really you should be nicer to her." Freya shook her head, looking pained, "Did you hear her? That ratty journal I gave her is her best friend. That's almost as bad as having the beginning of the first year William as a friend-"

"Must you insult me every chance you get?" Will scowled.

"If you must ask?" Freya grinned just as Professor Binns floated into the room, "Yes."

It was with great relief for him and especially Freya whose wand has been almost dangerously disastrous for her during the school week that the weekend had finally come. His original plan was to sleep until he had to wake up to get ready to go to Hagrid's hut that Saturday morning but it was shot when he was suddenly shaken and awaken several hours before he was ready to be wakened by Oliver Wood.

He grabbed his Nimbus and his scarlet quidditch robes in a hurry and still yawning he made his way down the marble staircase, freezing both mid-step and mid-yawn as he saw who was waiting for him below.

"Hiya, Harry!"

Colina looked up to him, strangely wide awake despite how early of an hour in the morning it was. He made his way down the rest of the stairs and gave her a weak smile as she beamed up at him, her camera swinging around her neck as she walked toward him hurriedly as he continued to walk.

"Some girls were leaving the girl's side talking about early quidditch practice and woke me up and I knew you had quidditch practice being the youngest seeker in a century and since I couldn't wait to show you what I had I came down here to show you this!"

He looked down at what she thrust at him and he saw they were developed moving pictures, the pictures she had requested when they first met. He looked bemused at the moving picture seeing with satisfaction that even his picture self was trying to get away from Lockhart.

"So, do you think you can sign it?" she asked eagerly.

"No," said Harry flatly, hurrying a look around to make sure the room was truly deserted as he started walking again. "Look Colina, I have to go to Quidditch practice-"

He climbed through the portrait hole.

"Oh, wait! I'll go with you too!" she indeed followed him out as the portrait closed behind them and she grinned eagerly, "I've never seen a game before!"

" It'll be boring, it's just practice-"

"Yes, but my house and you will be practicing so how could it be boring?" Colina jumped up in an enthusiastic sort of skip as they made it out onto the field, "You must be brilliant, and people were talking about how this team right now is the best team ever…"

She continued jabbering away about how exciting watching would be and how she wished she could fly a broom and about how maybe she could be a quidditch player, what did Harry think, and then finally she had to leave as he had to go through the changing rooms.

"I'll find a good seat, Harry!" she called back to him, already running eagerly up the stands.

He gave a sort of wave and hurried into the changing rooms, feeling more awake yet somehow even more tired than he had been when he'd first woken up.

"Will, wake up! You slept through all our morning classes and they're talking about having youexpelled!"

The words and the tone of panic in Freya's voice jolted Will awake and he rolled out of his bed and stood up fast looking around wildly, "What? Tell Dumbledore I'm so sor-"

The laughter that interrupted Will brought him back to his senses and blinking around he looked to his bunkmates all laughing as Freya grinned crookedly at him, tilting her head slightly as she waved. "Happy Saturday."

Will shook his head, "You're unbelievable."

"Unbelievably funny." she quipped.

Looking around he shook his head in disgust, "You all only wake up early on the weekends."

A chorus of sheepish 'Sorry, Will's' came from the other three of his bunkmates and he blinked, looking at the bed near his. "Where's Harry?"

"He's at quidditch practice, so we're gonna go there too and grab him breakfast so hurrryyyy." her voice ended in a whining complaint and WIll rolled her eyes at her back as she went out with a small wave, "See the rest of you later! I'll be downstairs, WIll."

Will shook his head, "I'm going to report her."

The other boys smirked around him.

Because they knew for a fact that he wouldn't.

Harry thought Wood was an incredible captain in every way.

Like, right now, as Wood finally stopped going over their new moves and let them out to finally begin their practice, Harry had to think to himself that it was incredible that Wood, despite talking and pacing for how long, still had the energy to move and the ability to shout at them to hurry it up.

"How are you still not done yet?" Freya asked incredulously when Harry went over to where he saw them sitting in the stands.

"Because we still haven't started yet.," replied Harry as he looked jealously at the pile of toast in her hand.

She saw his gaze and smirked, pointing at the toast and mouthing 'it's for you."

Will beside her waved to him too, nodding his head in the direction of his team that was beginning to fly in a, 'well go on then' gesture.

He listened, mounting on his broom and flying in the air, the cool morning air waking him up for good for the first time all morning. Fred, George, and he were racing in the stadium when they began to hear the clicking sound.

"Look this way, Harry! This way!" Colina called to him, waving madly as she clicked away at high speed.

"Ya know her, Harry?" Fred and George questioned in unison.

"No," said Harry, kicking up the speed of his broomstick until he was as far away from Colina as possible.

"What's that?" Wood skimmed the air looking down at Colina with a suspicious look in his eyes, "I don't like that, she might be a Slytherin spy!"

"She's in Gryffindor," replied Harry quickly.

"Plus, Slytherin doesn't need a spy," George said offhandedly.

"What makes you so sure?" Wood challenged.

George pointed at something behind them and Harry turned to see an oncoming group clad in silver and green…

"Because they're here in person."

It had cheered Draco to be joining in on the Quidditch team for once, prepared to show all the upperclassmen what he was made of, but was even more delighted that he was annoying the Gryffindors in the process.

"I booked this field!" the Gryffindor captain, Bark, Draco thought his name was, was positively spitting. "I booked it!"

"Ah," his captain, Flint, smirked. "Well, I got special permission from Professor Snape to have this field. We need to train with our new seeker."

"New seeker? Where?"

Raising himself up tall, Draco made his way past his team and smirked superiorly at the Gryffindor team, reveling in the shocked look on Potter's face when he met his gaze.

See Potter? Draco thought coldly, Look. I got in as Seeker too and I didn't even have to get any special treatment about being a seeker in my first year either.

It had upset Draco more than he'd ever admit when Potter had become the youngest Quidditch player in the school in the century. For years Draco had practiced and dreamed of being bestowed that title since he was much younger than he was now, but always dismissed it as a dream because of course Hogwarts wouldn't change its rules no matter how good he was.

But of course, Famous Potter was able to get the rules bent in his favor.

"-Draco even got us our newest additions to the team." Draco had been lost in thought for a moment but he smirked when he realized what Flint was talking about, lifting up his new Nimbus two thousand and one, close to smiling when he saw Potter's stupid dumbstruck face.

"The school bought you your broom last year, didn't they Potter?" Draco smirked as Potter glared, "Well, see, I can get new brooms too. But I got it because my father loves me rather than because I'm a famous charity case."

His team snickered and let out small 'ooo's' as Potter's face flushed, and his own teammates glared angrily.

Draco opened his mouth to say something else, possibly more spitting, when he was suddenly hit hard on the side of the head.

"What?"

Draco whirled around clutching his head and looked down to see what had hit him: a small- sized girl's loafer. And storming towards their groups was Will Granger and Freya Weasley.

Weasley was missing a shoe.

"Did you throw your shoe at me?" he asked incredulously as she came close enough that he could see the anger across her face.

"She threw her other one, but she missed," Will noted and indeed when Draco looked down, he saw that she was missing her other shoe as well.

"Did you have to tell him I missed?" Freya scowled grabbing her shoe from the floor and catching the other her brother tossed to her.

Granger smirked, "Payback for this morning."

Freya shook her head, turning to look at him and his team in disgust. "What are you doing here, Malfoy? What are any of you Slytherin's doing here?"

"I'm the new Slytherin seeker, Weasley." Draco said smugly, feeling a twinge of annoyance and something else when she didn't seem even the slightest bit impressed but ignored it as he continued, "Everyone's just here admiring the new brooms my father got us."

Freya's eyes scanned the seven superb broomsticks in front of her and her eyes widened.

"Good, aren't they?" he continued smoothly, "I'm sure the Gryffindors can raise some gold and get new brooms too. I mean, all you really have to do is play in public and call it a comedy show- biggest jokes the crowd would ever see."

The Slytherin team howled with laughter behind him and the Gryffindors gripped their broom handles as though they were prepared to battle with them.

"I don't see what's so funny about Gryffindor not buying new brooms," Granger said suddenly, his tone dry.

Draco narrowed his eyes, "Well, you're usually blind to what's funny and what's not aren't you, Granger?"

"Apparently not because I can see how laughable it is that you had to buy your way in while our team members got in by pure talent."

Something in Draco snapped at the way Granger so blandly spoke out loud what he feared people would say, what people think. Draco was good at Quidditch, no question about it, yet his father had questioned his ability and despite Draco's protest had bought the brooms anyway…and now here it was, despite how hard Draco had practiced for years, this is what people thought.

Anger flared through him.

"Nobody asked your opinion, you filthy little mudblood."

He knew there would be repercussions from this insult as instantly the Gryffindors fired up, the Weasley twins attempting to jump him while some of the girls shouted at him angrily, but Draco didn't even flinch as he smirked superiorly when he saw Granger's expression.

For once, in this glorious moment, Mr. Know it All Granger looked confused.

His moment of happiness was suddenly interrupted by the venomous voice of Freya Weasley.

"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy." she hissed, and she pointed her wand past Flint's protective arm at his face.

A loud bang ensued, and Malfoy winced preparing for whatever happened when suddenly as the green light came it wasn't him who flew back, but Weasley, her hair flying as she flew backward into the grass.

"Freya? Freya? Are you all right?" Will's frantic voice was the first one in the stunned silence that followed as he rushed to her side immediately followed by Harry and her brothers.

Freya opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead, she gave an almighty belch and slugs dribbled out of her mouth onto her lap.

For a moment Draco just stared at her, sitting there with her face fighting against a blush of red and a pale sickly green, and then he began to laugh because of course, of course, she messed up the spell.

That mousy-haired girl came squeaking over to the trio and he watched, tears streaming from his eyes, as he watched Potter wave her away as he and Granger took her and went off to who knows where.

"That was-" Draco wheezed as the Gryffindor now distracted by one of their own downfalls dispersed and he leaned against his new broom laughing, "That was hilarious."

It was minutes later after they'd all stopped laughing about it, that Draco realized with a start that his anger had instantly faded away.

And he sort of had Freya Weasley to thank.

Will and Harry both winced as Freya barfed slugs into the cauldron Hagrid gave her.

"Aye," Hagrid gave a sympathetic frown as he watched her, "Who was she trying to curse?"

"Malfoy," Harry frowned, nodding in Will's direction. "He called Will something and it must have been bad because everyone went wild."

"Bad? It was horrible, I mean I expected it of the likes of him but still," Freya spat out both the words and another batch of slugs as she looked up to Hagrid somberly, either about her current situation or what Malfoy had said Will didn't know. "Malfoy called him a Mudblood, Hagrid-"

She went away from sight as she barfed again, and it was Hagrid's turn to look disbelievingly angry.

"He didn'!" Hagrid said to Will outraged.

"He did," Will nodded curtly and after a moment admitted, "I don't know what that means exactly but I know it was rude-"

"Rude? It's the most insulting thing he could think of!" Freya gasped, coming back up.

"Then why haven't you called me it before?" Will questioned.

"Haha, funny. I'm mean not an evil little git of a-" she went down barfing again. A moment later she looked back up, wiping her mouth. "Mudblood's a really foul name to call someone who is Muggle-born-you know, muggle parents. It's what some dignified pureblood gits call muggle- borns like their blood is dirty. It's idiotic, I mean, Neville's a pureblood and he'd probably put his wizard's hat on upside down!"

"Freya," both Will and Harry chastised.

"But I love him regardless!" She finished before puking up another round.

"Even more evidence, they haven't come up with a spell our Will can' do!" Hagrid said proudly and Will felt himself flush slightly as Harry grinned over at him too.

Soon when the conversation about it was done and Freya had busied herself with puking and Harry and Hagrid an argument about Harry's 'signed photo's', Will thought over the new word he had learned today.

Filthy little Mudblood… Like their blood is dirty… Filthy…

Will licked his lips, biting onto the bottom one as he felt a slight twinge inside of his chest.

Mudblood...

It really was a horrible thing to call people.

As Harry went to continue to defend himself from Hagrid's teasing as he fed Fang, Will walked over to Freya who was groaning over the cauldron, looking terrible.

"I bet you regret trying to curse him now, huh?" Will said with a sigh, reaching out to pat her on the back when she gagged again.

"What?" Freya looked up at him, wiping her mouth on her sleeve, an incredulous expression crossing her face. "Of course not. That prat called you a mudblood, William. All I'm regretting right now is the fact the curse didn'tworklike I wanted it too. Next time I'll try punching him instead, safer that way."

"That's going to get you into trouble, Freya."

"And, in case you didn't get it, William, you'reworththe consequences." Will's eyes widened as she looked down again, barfing up considerably smaller slugs then the start, before she looked back up at him - smiling slightly despite the situation. "You're worth the slugs, even."

Will blinked, feeling that pain in his chest fade as it was replaced by a sudden warmth, and he flushed slightly - looking down, embarrassed.

"Thanks, Freya. I really mean it, thanks a lot."

And she beamed at him, happy, and it was one of those rare moments that even without Harry in between them there was peace.

That was, until she barfed again, and Will sighed, staying beside her even though he hated the retching noises and the slimy creatures that came as consequence to that.

Because Freya Weasley was also worth the slugs.