I'm not a coward, just shy (Hogwarts fanfic)

ch 6- coffee and slugs

It was a Saturday and I was lazily eating breakfast. Bags were dark under my eyes. Bruises for the sleepless night before. I sat next to Fred and George who were in there Quidditch robes and busy planning their next attack on Filch and his nasty cat. I was so tired, the flashes were coming so fast last night that I could see any of them. I knew something big was going to happen but what. I closed my eyes, I was so tired, I wish I could just go to sleep and never wake up.

THUD

I reeled back rubbing my fore head, tears picking my eyes, the sound of Fred and George's laugher making me blush. Lucky I didn't crack my glasses.

"Hey Taylor" I turned to see Hermione, who was dragging harry and Ron behind her. Harry was also in Quidditch robes. I nodded a hello, still rubbing my forehead. "No offence but you look awful" she said sitting down next to me.

"I just didn't sleep, well, I have a bad feeling but I can't pin point the source" I said going to pour myself another cup of coffee. I hadn't decided if I like it yet but it kept me conscious. Hermione took a piece of toast, and I felt her eyes on me. I saw her looked to harry who had sat beside George.

"We have quidditch practice today... would you like to come" Harry asked, his eyes fixed on his breakfast. He was asking forgiveness.

"Ok, The Slytherins are going to be there and Ron don't try to hex Malfoy" I smiled.

"What going to happen" Ron asked.

"I don't know, it cloudy, like the outcome keeps changing" I shrugged, "Maybe something big is interfering with my visions" I pondered. I pretended not to see the worried looks on Hermione and Harry's faces as Ron stuffed his face. I sipped at my coffee, hoping to dear god it would kick in soon and at least stop me from yawning every few minutes.

At nine o'clock sharp we made our way down to the Quidditch pitch, Oliver Wood the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, looking fairly pissed off at the uses that I overheard the Snape giving the Slytherin team permission to practice.

"I can't believe this... you book the pitch three months... filthy no good sons of..." Oliver mumbled under his breath.

"I am sure it will be fine, push comes to shove, you might have to practice a little later in the date or tomorrow. Asking Professor McGonagall for help might help too, she is quite the quidditch fan" I said trying to refuse him a little, though him ignored me.

"Nice try, Taylor, but when he is like this, it is impossible to talk to him" Angelina Johnson padded my shoulder and smiled prettily. I nodded back, feeling my cheeks turn pink-ish. My face only turned redder, hearing Fred and George's comments and snickers.

The pitch was now in view and as I had seen, there was people wearing Green and silver robes on the pitch. As we got closer, I saw that they were all massive, big muscularly boys that looked too big to fly on a broom. They're was not a single girl on the team. Looks like captain Flint decided on muscle over skill.

"Flint! This time is booked for the Gryffindors" Oliver said venom thick in his words.

"Professor Snape, give us permission to train today, so that we can train our new seeker up for our up-coming match against Ravenclaw" Flint said smugly holds out a piece of parchment. Oliver snatched the parchment from his hand and screened it. he growled and shoved it back into his hand.

"Who is this new seeker then?" he eyed the players. A pit dropped in my stomach and I knew I shouldn't have come with the team parted and Malfoy stepped out. I fixed my eyes on the ground, begging not to be noticed.

"They have Nimbus 2001's, those are the latest models, there not even in shops yet" Ron wondered aloud.

"Yes, Weasley, a little gift from my father, one these worth more than everything you own" Malfoy sneered. My nails dug into the palms of hands.

"At least they didn't buy their way onto the team" Hermione said.

"Shut up mudblood" Malfoy snapped. Before I knew what I was doing I had pushed Hermione behind me and my hand was out. Ron's wand was out as well.

"You ever call her that again and I swear to god, I will put you in the hospital wing" The coldest of my voice surprised even myself.

"Oh Yeah, Fleet" He spit my name, "What is a coward going to do about it".

"Let's get one thing straight, Malfoy, I have a lot of self control. I am not a coward, I am shy. Did you get that, or is all the grease from your hair in your ears" He wiped his wand out, when suddenly Ron called out a spell and fought backwards.

"Ron!" Hermione called out and when to him. The Slytherin's crackled with laughers. I hissed and when to Ron, who looked sickly green. He then rounded over onto all four and ratcheted, throwing up slugs. I groaned.

"I Knew something like this was going to happen, come one let's take him to Hagrid's, it's the closest" I wrapping an arm round is waist and pulling his arm round my shoulder to help him walk. "Come on Harry, ignore them, it's no longer worth it" I said as I saw harry turn back. He growled but followed.

The short journey to Hagrid's was slow, since we had to stop every time Ron threw up, leaving a trail of slugs and slime behind us. Harry banged loudly on the door, until Hagrid opened, holding back Fang, his massive grey hound.

"Ok, Ok, don't bring the door down-" he stopped when he saw Ron and me.

"Back fired spell, could you help" Hagrid sighed away to let me, Ron, Hermione and Harry inside. Soon He had sat Ron down, with a large Bucket in front of him.

"Sorry, but the only thing to do is to wait till it stops, How did this happen" He sat down after sitting large mugs of tea in front of us.

"Malfoy" Harry Growled.

"He made fun of Ron's family and when Hermione defended him, Malfoy called her a ... Mudblood." Hated the way the word sounded. It was sound wrong, disgusting.

"What a horrible thing to say to someone" Hagrid shuddered.

"What is a Mudblood" Harry asked and Hagrid winced.

"It's a horrible word for a muggle-born, It means dirty blood. Some of the older pure blood family like the Malfoys believe that only pure blood and half blood wizards and witches should use magic. Frankly it's a stupid and out dated thing to say" I sighed looking out the window, I couldn't stop my hands from balling into fists.

"So that's why you were so scary, I don't think I have ever since you like that" Harry said.

"I don't violence, Harry, it only causes more damage, but sometimes people deserve to be socked in the jaw" I said taking out my glasses to clean them on the over sized sweater, Mrs Weasley had netted for me.

It was around dinner time when Ron finally stopped throwing up slugs but sadly word had spread around school about the wands draw.

"Weasley, Fleet" Snape stomped towards us.

"Afternoon, Professor Snape" I greeted. "What can we do for you" I asked trying to keep my voice neutral.

"It is too my Knowledge that you attacked Mr Malfoy" He snapped.

"That's not tru-" I cut off Ron.

"Yes, I tried to curse him but it rebounded and hit Ron instead".

"Why was this?" He questioned.

"He called Hermione a Mudblood and insulted Ron's Family, I lost control of my emotions and attempted to attack him" I kept eye contracted. I knew my body language would give away the lie.

"Detention, tomorrow night at seven sharp, my class room. Don't be late" He marched off.

"Why did you do that" Ron hissed when he was out of ear shot.

"Because" I sighed, "I am one of the best at potions, beside Hermione. He would go easier than me. Just be glad it was one night rather than six. Plus you're still not better" I smiled before going into the dining hall. I was so tired.