He just stood there starring at me, sat crying on the floor. I was lucky he arrived when he did, if not…I didn't like to think. Taking my hand he helped me to my feet then acted has a support for me has we walked to a bathroom, Myrtles bathroom. I was confused has to why he would bring me here at first but one look in the mirror told me all. My hair was ragged and stuck up, my eye and lips swollen, both had cuts and both had blood running down my face. My clothes were ripped, buttons were missing, my skirt was basically none excitant.

A warm and gentile hand slowly took my cheek and turned my head so that he could clean up the mess that Ron had left behind. I was confused has to what had happened, we split up because he wasn't the same after the war. He got angry easy…he's lost a lot of people, he couldn't get over it, but that was over two weeks ago. Had he been waiting for the perfect time to…what? Had he planed to attack me or was it something else and it went wrong. He had been saying things to me, like he would take what was his but he couldn't mean my… my virginity? I didn't understand, I would never understand.

Warmth filled my lips has Malfoy's thumb softly ran over it, making sure all the blood was gone I assumed. Wetting a peace of tissue with freezing cold water he moved my hand to hold it onto my lip then he began to work on my eye.

"Why would he..?" My voice was barley audible and I stopped short because it didn't sound like me, it sounded distant, not there.

"Has he been going to grief counselling?" Malfoy's silky voice filled my ears but I hardly heard him.

"What…no, no I don't think."

Malfoy lifted my head and looked into my eyes, making sure I didn't have concussion I suppose.

"Some people, who go to war, get messed up from the things they've seen. They hurt the people they love."

Nothing would compute in my head, I couldn't work it out. What Malfoy was saying would sink in, I just dropped to the ground and looked to the tiles. Malfoy grabbed my skirt, I grabbed his hand and looked, I didn't feel panicked or scared, I didn't feel anything, but I didn't want him to pick up where Ron and left off.

"I was just going to try and fix it for you."

I wouldn't let go of his warm hand, it was the only thing I could feel at this moment. I didn't want to feel dead, I hated it, I wanted to feel alive.

Kneeling up I slid my hand over his cheek and leaned forward so that my lips touched his, almost immediately he pulled away and stood up, touching his own lips. Looking back at me question on his lips and in his eyes.

"He won't stop. He's been planning it for so long, maybe even when we were together." I answered.

Malfoy knelt back in front of me, "What do you mean?"

"Since we broke up he's been saying he'll steal what's his if I won't give it him. We never had sex and now this tonight."

He rubbed his eyes in frustration. "It'd be wrong of me given the current situation."

"What if he get it, what if he takes it, in this way? I want to give it willingly, not have it stolen."

"I won't let him!"

"You won't be there 24/7, you won't be there tonight…"

"I will."

Helping me from the floor he took me down the stairs instead of up. Leading me to the Slytherin common room, has soon has I entered I was meat by scowls which turned into confused yet worried glances.

"Pansy!" Draco yelled, sitting me on the chair.

"Yes?" Her soft voice cooed, face smiling until she saw me.

"Can you heal her?"

"Of course I can, but, surly she'd want to report this." fear finally shot into me

"No, I can't it'll make him worse." Pansy's concerned face twitched as she looked and Draco who shrugged.

When she healed me she asked Draco what had happened but he wouldn't say, all he did say was that it was for me to tell. Pansy didn't ask questions, none of them did, they trusted Draco, they trusted him enough to let me stay the night. Pansy borrowed me her clothes and allowed me to take her bed, she slept on the sofa and refused to do any different. Draco had made all the Slytherins agree to be on high alert for me, to watch me, but I still felt unsafe, like he could burst in any moment.