Y/Ns POV

We were on our way to Lockhart's class and I was not excited about it at all.

On the way, Ron kept complaining about how angry he was about his wand being broken. It now had been fixed with Spellotape after the flying car incident, the wand was looking worse and malfunctioning.

When we entered the DATDA classroom, we found it to be slightly redecorated and different from Quirrell's room. It had multiple posters of Lockhart doing various things he claims to have done. It was very sickening. There was also an object covered by a drape sitting on his desk.

"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Aganist The Dark Arts Teacher.....me! Lockhart said from above us.

Oh give me a freaking break.

"Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award.....but I don't talk about that. I didn't scare away the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her."

He waited for the class to laugh. But nobody did. A few people smiled weakly. So I decided to break the awkwardness.

"Are you sure about that?" I asked loudly "because you sure are scaring the shit out of me."

Lockhart looked really flustered as the male population of the class laughed, Hermione gave me a glare and elbowed me hard on the ribs.

"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books—well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz.

Are you kidding me? I think I hate him even more now.

"Nothing to worry about—just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in."

Lockhart went around and passed out the quizzes. When he came by me and Hermione, she took the quiz with a blush and thanked him while smiling.

"I can't believe you." I said while rolling my eyes.

When Lockhart was done passing around the quizzes, he returned to the front and began, "You have 30 minutes—-start—now!"

I looked down at my paper and cringed at the first few questions.

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's Favorite Color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3. What in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?

"You have got to be shitting me." I muttered under my breathe as Hermione elbowed me again.

"Quiet! We're taking a quiz." She said while giving me a glare.

I went on to answer the questions.

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

A: I don't know, ask anyone, he's probably blabbed it to them.

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

A. To actually be a talented author. Not like what he is now.

3. What in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

A. How the hell he managed to fool the entire wizarding community about these so called "adventures" he has supposedly been on and "accomplishments" he has supposedly achieved.

54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?

A. April 1st, his ideal gift? A working brain. Seems like everyone had declined this request.

After the worst half hour of my life, Lockhart collected our papers and sorted through them.

"Tut, tut— hardly any of you remembered that my favorite color is lilac. I say so in Year of the Yeti. And a few of you need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully—I clearly state in Chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between magic and non magic peoples—-though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey!"

A/N: How the hell was this man a Ravenclaw?

Lockhart gave us another roguish wink. Ron and Harry were staring at Lockhart with expressions of disbelief. Seamus and Dean, who were sitting in front of us, were silently laughing. Me? This was probably the most comical day I've ever had in my life, how can this man be so pathetic?

Hermione on the other hand, was giving Lockhart her full attention, she was almost blushing at the sight of him which made me pretty angry.

I am jealous of Gilderoy Lockhart. What the hell.

"And....." he suddenly stopped for a second "tut-tut Mr. L/N, you seem to have gotten them all incorrect."

The whole class gasped at this, even Hermione was looking at me with a curious impression. I mean I am one of the top students in our year.

"No I think I got them all correct actually." I answered cold-heartily. "Especially question 54, no one has ever decided to gift you anything intellectual which is why you lack so many brain cells. How about actually teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts instead of telling us about your bullshit accomplishments."

"That is no way to talk to a Professor, Mr. L/N!" he said.

"Professor?" I scoffed. "You sure are a lame excuse for one."

Everyone in the class was so shocked with my declaration. Hermione looked appalled. Most girls glared at me coldly, I didn't care, and I have no regrets.

"Uhm, well - well I'm sorry Mr. L/N but you have unfortunately failed the quiz."

"Fine by me." I said while slouching down in my seat.

"....but Miss Hermione Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair care potions - good girl! In fact-" he said while flipping her paper over. "Full marks! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione raised a trembling hand.

"Excellent!" Lockhart beamed. "Take 10 points to Gryffindor! And so—to business.

He then went over to his desk to stand next to the mysterious object under the drape.

"Now be warned!" He said. "It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizard kind! You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. All I ask is that you don't scream. It might..... provoke them!

He unveiled the object to reveal

Cornish Pixies?

Aren't they completely harmless?

"Yes." Lockhart said dramatically. "Freshly caught Cornish Pixies."

Seamus could not control himself, he let out a snort of laughter.

"Yes?" He asked smiling at Seamus.

"Well, they're not — very dangerous— are they?" He said in between laughs.

"Don't be so sure!" Lockhart said while wagging a finger at Seamus. "Devilish little blighters they can be!"

"Now then, let's see what you make of them!"

He reached for the lock, unlocked it, and freed the pixies.

It was absolute pandemonium. The pixies were flying everywhere. Two of them grabbed Neville by the ears and lifted him into the air. Most of the class was cowering under the desks. A few zoomed past Harry and Ron. One zipped into Hermione's hair and stuck itself deep in. I saw the pixie, picked up a book and smacked it out.

"Thanks." Hermione said.

"Don't mention it." I replied.

"Come on now—round them up, round them up." Lockhart cheered. They're only pixies."

He rolled up his sleeves, pulled his wand out, and said, "Peskipiksi Pesternomi!"

But nothing happened. Shocker.

All the pixies continued to zoom around carefree while everyone else ran out of the classroom.

"I'll ask you four to just nip the rest of them back in their cage." Lockhart said.

"What do we do?" Ron asked us while cowering under a desk.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked Hermione, which she nodded.

"Immobulus!" We cried out, pointing our wands towards the sky, stopping the pixies from moving around. Only the pixies and Neville were the only ones not moving.

"Why is it always me?" He asked while being lowered to the ground.

As we walked out of the classroom after that fiasco, I was furious, why the hell did Dumbledore hire that lunatic.

"He just wants to give us some hands on experience." Hermione defended Lockhart.

"Hands on?" Harry asked. "Hermione he didn't have a clue what he was doing——"

"Rubbish." Cried Hermione. "You've read his books—-look at all the amazing things he's done."

I had just about enough of this.

"Hermione." I said. "If he actually did all of these so called "amazing" things, don't you think he'd actually make a contribution to the wizarding world rather than just write books? He could be an auror for the Ministry, he could be a healer. What exact proof is there that says he's done all of these accomplishments?"

"He's going to get somebody killed one of these days." Ron said.

Hermione wouldn't see reason and continued to argue with us all the way back to the common room.

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Hermione's POV

I woke up the next morning early and went down to the common room. I was hoping to see Y/N and start my day.

The only thing was, he was not there.

Did he oversleep? Is he going to surprise me?

My questions were answered when Gracie walked over to me with a note tied to her leg. She jumped onto my lap as I untied the note and read it to myself.

Dear Hermione,

You are probably wondering why I'm not in the common room right now. I'm at the Quidditch field with Harry. Oliver Wood decided it would be a great idea to wake us up at the crack of dawn for tryouts. It's way too early for this but I still hope I can be the new Chaser this year.

I'm not sure how long tryouts are going to be, so I might be there for quite a while. If you want to, you can come down and watch. If not, I hope to see you soon.

Love- Y/N :)

I really do love the way he writes.

I folded up the note, put it into my pocket and joined Ron for breakfast. We grabbed some for Harry and Y/N and made our way down to the Quidditch Field. From the looks of it, Y/N was wearing Gryffindor Quidditch robes, so he must have made the team.

I beamed at Y/N in the distance. He must have spotted us as he motioned for Harry to to follow him to us.

"Have you finished yet?" Ron asked them.

"Haven't even started. I made the team though!" Y/N said.

A/N: Found this amazing piece of art online! Credits to the artist!

"I'm so proud of you!" I beamed at him.

"Thanks Mione!" He replied.

"Wood's been teaching us some new moves." Harry said.

I gave him and Harry a piece of toast with some jam on it.

"Harry's been bombarded by that Colin Kid all day." Y/N said.

"I don't believe it!" We heard Wood yell. "Where do you think your going Flint?"

"Quidditch practice." Said a voice.

"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today." Wood said, while Harry and Y/N flew back down to Wood and we went down to the pitch.

"Easy, Wood. I've got a note."

The Slytherin player in front of Wood passed him a note.

I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new seeker."

"You've got a new seeker? Who?"

And from the back of the Slytherin team came a certain self centered prick in green robes.

Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"That's right Potter." Malfoy sneered.

"And that's not all that's new this year." Malfoy said, as he showed off his new broom with the rest of his team. Ron gasped in suprise.

"Those are Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones!" He exclaimed. "How did you get those?"

"A gift from Draco's father." Flint said.

"You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best." Malfoy sneered.

"It doesn't matter what types of brooms you use, it's how you use them." Y/N said. "We'll still beat you snakes by a hundred points."

The Slytherin team turned to glare at Y/N as Flint got in his face.

"Hey guys, it's the troll we knocked out last year." He joked, making us laugh as Flint turned red with anger.

"At least nobody on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in." I said as Y/N came by next to me. "They got in on pure talent."

Malfoy came closer to me and said something that brought tears to my eyes.

"No one asked for your opinion you filthy little mudblood."

I can't believe he just called me that.

Y/Ns POV

Malfoy just f*cked up

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU CALL HER?" I yelled.

"You heard me L/N, I called her a filthy little mud-"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence as I lunged at him. Unfortunately, Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell held me back from beating up Malfoy.

"You'll pay for that one Malfoy!" Ron yelled. "Eat slugs!"

But unfortunately the spell backfired, literally.

A jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron's wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him flying backwards into the grass.

Whatever anger I had evaporated in that moment I saw my friend hit the ground and slide back on the grass.

"Ron, Ron, are you alright?" I said frantically.

Ron opened his mouth to speak, by no words were spoken. Instead a couple of slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap.

The Slytherin team was howling with laughter. My anger than immediately came back as I ran at Malfoy.

"Y/N NO!" I heard Hermione yell.

WHAM

I slammed my fist into Malfoy as he hit the ground. He got back up and we delivered punches to each other's faces.

He hit me in the face and gave me a black eye, but I managed to punch him in the mouth, knocking him over.

Flint began to charge towards us to get me off Malfoy. But I picked up Malfoy's Nimbus 2001 and hit him clean in the face with the handle.

I might have done him a favor and fixed his beaver teeth.

It took most of the Gryffindor team to hold me back.

"You're crazy L/N!!" Malfoy yelled.

"Oh you have no idea, Bleach Boy!" I yelled back.

Hermione ran over to me after the teams pulled us away from each other.

"Are you ok?" She asked.

"I'm sorry you had to see that Mione." I said while staring at the ground. "I really am sorry."

I expected to get a scolding from her, but I received a hug instead.

"Y/N you were protecting me and I appreciate it. I can't believe Malfoy called me that." She said with tears in her eyes.

I interlocked my hand with her's and we followed the others as they were going towards Hagrids.

As we approached his hut, we were met with a very unlikely greeting.

"I swear, if he gives me a—" Hagrid said. "Oh 'ello there! What happened to Ron?"

"He said 'eat slugs' with his broken wand." Hermione said as we sat down.

"And what happened to you Y/N" he asked me pertaining to my black eye.

"It's a long story." I replied.

Harry sat next to Ron, who now held a bucket that was a quarter filled with slugs. I sat next to Hermione, her head leaning on my shoulder. I pulled her closer to me and hugged her.

"Wo, this calls for specialist equipment." Hagrid said. "Nothin' to do but wait"" it stops I'm afraid."

"Oh okay then." Harry said as Ron continued to vomit.

"Better out than in. Who's Ron trying to curse anyway?"

"Malfoy." Harry said. "He called Hermione...um, well, I don't know exactly what it means." Harry said.

"He called me a Mudblood." Hermione exclaimed.

Hagrid gasped in astonishment. "HE DID NOT"

"What's a Mudblood?" Harry asked.

"It's a disgusting term to call a Muggle-born child." I said. "It's complete nonsense. Of course Draco would think of them as filth from his family."

"It means dirty blood." Hermione explained. "Mudblood a a really foul name for someone who is Muggle-Born. Someone with non magic parents. Someone like me!" She said while sobbing into my robes. I didn't care about that, I wanted to comfort Hermione as much as possible.

"It's not a term used in civilized conversation." She finished up as I continued to hug her.

A/N: FITZSIMMONS

"See the thing is, Harry," Hagrid said. "They're some wizards like the Malfoy's, who think they're better'n everyone else because they are what people call 'Pure-blood'"

"That's horrible!" Harry said.

"It's disgusting." Ron said while belching up another slug.

"It's codswallop, to boot." Hagrid continued. "Dirty blood... why there isn't a wizard alive that's not half blood or less."

"My Uncle is a muggle born and so was my Father." I said. "And my Uncle is one of the best Aurors in the Ministry of Magic."

"That's right!" Hagrid said. "And they've yet to think of a spell our Hermione can' do."

"Absolutely." I said. "Don't you worry about that blonde idiot Mione, I'm here for you and I always will be." She hugged me harder as I kissed her forehead.

"Well I don' blame yeh for trying ter curse him, Ron." Hagrid said loudly. "But maybe it was a good thing yer wand backfired. 'Spect Lucius Malfoy would come marching into school if yeh'd cursed his son. Least yer not in trouble."

"The same can't be said for Y/N." Harry said.

"Why what happened?" Hagrid asked me.

I then explained how I went crazy and got in a fight with Malfoy, resulting in my black eye.

Hagrid just nodded, like he expected something like this to happen.

"Maybe a bit too rough, Y/N." He said. "I don't blame yeh for hitting him though."

"It was worth it." I said. "And I would do it again if I could. Nobody hurts Hermione and gets away with it."

"Plus I think you did Flint a favor knocking some of his teeth out." Ron commented. "I think he might be able to get a girlfriend now."

"Hagrid?" She asked. "Why were you a bit angry when we came by?"

"Oh, that Lockhart, came to give me advice on getting kelpies out of a well." Hagrid said. "Like I don' know. And bangin' on some banshee he banished. If one word was true, I'll eat my kettle."

A/N: Y/N vs Malfoy round one belongs to Y/N