CONTENT WARNING! This chapter includes themes of rape. Please please please don't read if this is triggering to you. You can skip this chapter and the next one will still make sense. 

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She could hear the cries and screams of everyone around her.

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Taylor

At some point during the night, Draco got up to go to the bathroom. She sat on the ground with her legs crossed. She felt like electricity. No worries or compulsive thoughts clouded her mind. This is why she loved getting high. She felt normal. It was easier to have a conversation, it was easier to eat. Blaise was saying her name. It took her a minute to respond, "Yeah? What's... what's up?" He chuckled and took her hand, helping her to her feet. He leads her to a different room. She didn't know where she was. At first, she thought it was her dorm and was glad Blaise had brought her back since she wouldn't have been able to find her way on her own. But it looked different. This was Blaise's dorm.

"Why are we..." she lost her thoughts for a moment, laughed, and then continued, "Why are we here?" Blaise came up behind her and pushed her onto the bed. He put one hand on her back, pushing her down, and pulled off her underwear with his other hand. She was wearing a skirt. "Wait, wait. Blaise- stop." She tried to push herself up but Blaise was holding her down. She was still laughing, thinking it was a joke. No alarms were going off in her head. No worries, no compulsive thoughts. No alarms. 

Without saying a word, he pushed himself in her. Taylor gasped and choked on her words, "Stop- Blaise please stop." His hand clasped over her mouth. She felt sharp pains in her stomach. He groaned as he started going faster. Tears of hurt and frustration started rolling down Taylor's face. She was in pain, she was stuck here, and she couldn't make it stop. She couldn't do anything. She had no wand, no strength. Her tears were no longer silent. She was moaning and screaming, the noise muffled by his hand. He went harder. Did he like hearing her in pain? 

After several excruciating minutes, it stopped. He pulled off of her, and she could breathe again. She heard him putting on pants and leaving the room. Taylor took in a deep breath and stood up, sobbing. She winced as she put her underwear back on, her legs shaking. She was bleeding.

She was bleeding. 

Taylor got out of there as quickly as possible, sneaking through the halls and getting back to her dorm. Her chest was tight and she felt like she was going to explode. It kind of felt the same as seeing her sister die, but with more physical pain. She didn't want to see anyone but she didn't want to be alone. But Draco was sitting in her room when she entered. Taylor didn't want him there. She didn't want him to see her break down like this. "Please leave," she mumbled. He looked baked, and that's when Taylor realized she was still high. She's never been high and not happy at the same time before.

Despite asking, Draco didn't leave. Despite asking, Blaise didn't stop. 

She asked a second time, but he wasn't going anywhere. This was almost comforting. Draco would never hurt her, and now she wanted him with her. He just held her and combed his fingers through her hair while she cried for hours. "Shh. You're okay, you're safe with me." At one point, he was crying too. Not with her, but for her. He was upset because she was.

He didn't even know what happened.

He got up and found her hairbrush in the bathroom. Draco brushed her hair and wiped her tears. Then he went back into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later, "Hey love, I've drawn you a bath." He was talking so softly, almost whispering. She absentmindedly went to the bathroom and undressed. As she sat in the bath, she started crying again. Draco had put a bubble charm on the water and lit her favorite candle. It smelled of honey. 

She laid in the water and thought about drowning. She thought that it would be an uncomfortable way to die, slowly losing your breath until there's no more air. She felt like she was drowning. Taylor was healthy and could breathe all the air in the world, but she was drowning. 

When she stepped out of the bath, she stared at her reflection. Hate flooded her mind and she froze. Tears streamed down her face again. She pulled on her clothes and brushed her teeth. Her mind was still back in Blaise's room. She couldn't stop thinking about it. Anger and hurt and sadness swelled in her chest. Taylor grabbed the bottle of soap sitting on the sink and threw it at the mirror. It shattered completely, the sink now filled with glass shards. She heard Draco calling for her outside but couldn't understand what he was saying. She picked up one of the bigger shards and squeezed it. Blood trickled down her hand.

Taylor still couldn't make out the words Draco was saying, except for "Alohomora."

The door swung open and Draco's eyes widened. "Tiny what are you doing!" He yanked the glass from her hand and threw it across the room, it broke into smaller pieces when it hit the wall.  His hands wrapped around her cuts but Taylor pulled her hand away. She started screaming, "Don't touch me! Don't FUCKING touch me!"

Draco didn't back away, he didn't move. "Tell me who did it." His voice was stern and filled with rage. "No," she cried softly. She didn't want Draco to do something stupid and get expelled. Taylor knew she wouldn't be able to stop him from getting angry and hurting Blaise. What if he's not angry. What if you tell him and he does nothing.

Fuck, the thoughts are back.

"Tiny," he seethed, prepared to crucio someone, "Tell me. Can you do that for me?" Her bottom lip quivered and she nodded her head. Draco started wiping her hands with a towel. He grabbed a box of bandaids from the drawers and Taylor let him put them on her cuts. "It was Blaise," she spoke in barely a whisper. 

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Draco

Anger. Fury. Blinding rage. 

He was going to murder Zabini. He turned and stormed out of the bathroom. "Draco, don't!" Taylor pleaded behind him. "I'm going to kill him, Tiny!" Draco shouted, spinning around to face her. His eyes softened and fists unclenched at the sight of her. "Please stay." 

Fuck. He couldn't say no to her. Draco could kill Zabini another day, Tiny was more important right now. He brushed out her wet hair and tried to braid it, hoping to make her smile. It didn't work. Draco's heart crushed at the sight of her so broken. His only want was to help her. He laid in bed with her wrapped in his arms, her head on his chest. She played with his hands that were set gently on her stomach. She seemed exhausted. They sat in silence for a while, but she started crying again. He rubbed his thumb up and down her hand and hugged her just a little tighter.  He hummed a lullaby in her ear until her breathing slowed and he knew she was asleep. As much as he wanted to find Blaise and beat the shit out of him, he stayed with Taylor. 

Eventually, Draco passed out too. In the early hours of the morning, Taylor woke him up. She's been crying again. "Draco, I-" she spoke between sobs, "I was a virgin. I was bleeding after." Draco was far angrier now. Blaise had taken her virginity. It was her first time and it was with him. Her first time and she didn't even want it. Her first time and she was raped. He was going to pay.

He shot up and stormed to Slytherin's common room. Draco sped to his and Blaise's dorm and flew the door open. Blaise was sleeping peacefully in his bed. Draco shouted, "Zabini!" And he woke immediately. "What the fuck, Malfoy. I'm sleeping," he mumbled irritably. "You raped her." Draco spat. Zabini stood to face him. "You mean your little girlfriend? Mate," he chuckled, "she wanted it. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this but, I don't think she's that into you." Draco swung a fist into his face. Blaise couldn't regain balance before Draco hit him again. Zabini was on the floor, and Draco was kicking and beating him senselessly. "You fucking raped her!" He yelled. "You ever go near her again, you're dead." He kicked him one last time and went back to Taylor's room in the Hufflepuff dorms. Blaise was groaning on the floor behind him.

"What did you do?" Tiny asked when he came back. "Taught him a lesson," Draco said as he walked into the bathroom to get Blaise's blood off his hands. Draco was infuriated. Not only was Taylor his and Blaise had taken her from him, but he forced her. And Draco couldn't help. He hated himself for being in the bathroom for so long, for leaving in the first place. If he wasn't so fucking high, he would have been with her all night. Blaise would have never even thought about touching her. 

Taylor changed into a baggy shirt and pajama pants. There were bruises on her back and thighs. Overwhelming sadness drenched over Draco. He didn't know why it hurt so much more being able to see the pain Blaise caused and the marks he left. 

She was obviously in so much more pain than he could see. She winced every time she walked, she would sit in silence for a while before crying and then going back to silence. Tiny stayed in her bed for days after it happened. Draco brought her homework and food. It wasn't even like she was sad. It was like... she was empty; like she was gone. It was as if Blaise fucking Zabini rid her of everything good; as if he took her innocence.

She stood in front of her dresser, rearranging her money. Draco pulled a small bottle of clear liquid from his pocket, "Here, Tiny, this will help with the bruising. I picked it up from Snape's class after I talked with Zabini." She seemed embarrassed when he brought up her bruises. Or shameful. 

It wasn't her fault. She had to know it wasn't her fault. He gave her the bottle and she drank it. Her face told him it didn't taste good. One of her drawers was open and Draco could see she reorganized her clothes again. He tried to make note of how she placed them in case he needed to perform emergency organization on her dresser.

At night, Draco felt awkward. He didn't want to touch her where Blaise has touched her. He didn't want to feel like Blaise. 

Tiny slept close to him, but their hands were the only things touching. She interlocked her fingers with his every night. Draco never wanted to leave her side. His heart ached for her. He wanted to take all of her pain away. He could wipe her memories. Think about it, he takes everything that happened with Blaise and alters it into a fun night of getting high. She wouldn't have to remember. Surely, that would fix it.

The next day, Draco told her about his idea. Taylor agreed and he pulled out his wand. He wasn't going to erase the memory, just change it. In the minutes following his spell, she seemed the same. She was in pain still. She seemed empty still. She cried still.

She was still hurting, only now there was no reason she could remember. Draco eventually thought maybe this was worse. Would it torment her if she was so incredibly sad and in so much pain without a reason? Would she know there's something missing? Draco undid the magic five days after he changed her memory. Week after week, she didn't get better. The bruises healed and it didn't hurt her to walk anymore. But she was still broken, Draco could tell. Her room became a mess. Clothes were scattered on the floor and her money was spread across the dresser. She ate once a day, which was a step down from where she was. But this time Draco didn't think she was doing it on purpose, but that she physically couldn't eat.

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I felt disgusting writing this one. Sorry if you're a Blaise stan because he's a dick in this. Also, this chapter is shorter so if people skipped it they wouldn't miss something important. The next chapter will be longer. My school starts tomorrow as well, which might slow me down. I'll write every time I get the chance. Thanks for reading! (drink some water)