It's second year, and Draco is currently on the Quidditch pitch with the Slytherin team, bragging to the Gryffindor team- including you- about the brooms his dad bought "At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent." Hermione tells him, and the next words he says is probably the dumbest thing he'd ever do "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little mudb-" His sentence is cut off by you