“We do!” said Hermione. She had sat up straight, her eyes bright. “We protest! And I’m hunted quite as much as any goblin or elf, Griphook! I’m a Mudblood!”
“Don’t call yourself-” Ron muttered.
“Why shouldn’t I?” said Hermione. “Mudblood and proud of it! I’ve got no higher position in this new order than you have, Griphook! It was me they chose to torture, back at the Malfoy’s!”