Bullied

Walking Lessons

I walked slowly down the steps with Hermione. My eyes were flickering around, desperate not to be seen by any Slytherins. It was well known that Gryffindors and Slytherins didn't hang out with each other, whatever the reason. I, however, didn't see myself as a Slytherin. I was an outcast. I still have no idea why the sorting hat placed me in that house. Maybe it was because I belonged nowhere else.

I considered Hermione as my friend. I don't know how long it will last, but I hoped we continue being friends. I'm surprised she can put up with me, but I've noticed she's got a very level head.

I felt her eyes on me, and I watched my feet while we walked. I looked up to see her smiling away sadly.

"You really shouldn't drag your feet. It just makes you look and feel miserable," she suggested. I watched her carefully as she walked. Her head was up high, (but not too high) and her shoulders were back in a comfortable position. I tried to copy her. I pulled my shoulders back; it felt like a huge strain had just been placed upon them.

"You look like you're killing yourself," Hermione said, trying to hold back a smile. "Don't strain yourself. Keep it natural and try to relax. Don't worry about what people think of you."

"It's easier said than done," I remarked, frowning.
"Well look who it is; Mudblood and Mudblood retard!" laughed a deep voice from behind us. It was Malfoy and his stupid (literally) friends, Crabbe and Goyle. Both of them were built for fights, or as a bodyguard for Malfoy, rather than for brains.

I mumbled a 'Shut up' to him; unfortunately, I had lost my nerve totally.

"Just ignore them, they're not worth it," Hermione told me in a whisper. I gave her a small nod.

"So why aren't you hanging around with Scarhead and Weasel King, Mudblood?" Malfoy sneered at Hermione. She kept her cool though, even through the insult. Knowing that he wouldn't get much further with her, he turned his insults to me.

"I'm surprised that you've even found yourself a friend," he said, his words stabbing me like knives, "even if it is a Mudblood." He laughed again. "You are a disgrace to the Slytherin house!"

My blood started to boil, and I felt a huge rush of adrenalin. Part of me wanted to run and hide, but something kept me glued to the spot, next to Hermione.

"Well, you're a disgrace to the wizarding world, Malfoy!" Hermione replied coolly, defending me like a true Gryffindor.

"Well you-" Malfoy started.

"Would you like to finish that sentence, Malfoy?" came a cool voice from behind, "and be cursed?"

The boy behind him had his wand centimeters away from Malfoy's neck. His emerald green eyes looked serious and fierce behind his round glasses. His black, scruffy hair almost hid the strange, thin, lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

Behind him was a tall boy, with flaming red hair. His face, like mine, was covered in freckles. His robes were worn and scruffy. He too held his wand out at Malfoy.

"Well, look who it is," Malfoy said slowly. "Scarhead and Weasel King! Come to save the day have you?"

Potter dug his wand into Malfoy's neck warningly. "I would shut up and move along, Malfoy." He paused. "Unless you would like me to put you into detention for the next month?"

Malfoy's grin slowly vanished. "Flexing your power as Head Boy, Potter?" he sneered. "Just because you can."

"Just because you're a bullying toe-rag, Malfoy." Responded the green-eyed boy. "Now get out of here."

Obviously not willing to receive a detention, he slumped off down the corridor, with his cronies following behind.

"This isn't over, Potter! Slytherin will beat you at the next game of Quiditch!" he shouted, at a safe distance.

"Keep walking, Malfoy!" Weasley called.

When Malfoy and co. were out of sight, Potter turned to us. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Hermione nodded. "Harry, this is Megan Lewis," she said, smiling. Harry held out his hand and I shook it.

"Nice to meet you Megan," he smiled.

"And Ron, this is Megan," said Hermione lightly. "Megan, this is Ronald Weasley."

Ron didn't hold out his hand like Harry had. He just frowned at me, his blue eyes on my Slytherin badge.

"A Slytherin?" he said in disbelief. I shrugged.

"What's the matter with that?" I asked.

"A Slytherin?" he repeated, like he was in a daze. My jaw started to twitch in anger. I knew what he was going to say.

"Just ignore Ronald. He's being an idiot again," Hermione told me, carefully saying his full name to get his attention. However, it didn't even seem to faze him. He continued to stare at my badge like a prick.

"Will you stop that!" I yelled out. This, luckily, got Weasley's attention. At least a little bit.

"You're a Slytherin," he said again like the information had only just been processed through his brain.

"Yes, I think we've all gone over that already," I snapped, throwing his a dirty look. He suddenly looked like he was pulled back to reality.

"And a Death Eater too, no doubt." He sneered; my jaw dropped. How dare he assume such a thing! I was about to argue, but Hermione stepped in for me.

"Don't be silly, Ron. I've been with her nearly all day and I don't think that she's a Death Eater," she replied sternly.

"Yeah, right. It's probably all an act," he argued with a clear dislike.

"Not all Slytherins are Death Eaters, you know," I replied angrily.

"Yeah right. You're probably all ready to kill Muggle-borns and-"

He didn't get much further, as I smacked him as hard as I could, around the face.

"You don't know anything about me, or my life! I'm a muggle born! Get screwed!" Without another word, I stormed off.

"Well done, Ron!" I heard Hermione say sarcastically before following me.

This is my life.

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