I can't ever forgive him for what he did. Never ever.

I'll start from the beginning. He, like me, is a prefect. Only God knows how this happened, because I certainly don't. Our bedrooms are joined, and we share a common room. I was there studying like usual on a cold winter's night, when he stormed in. I glanced up, and was about to say something when he strode up and kissed me. Everything stopped at that moment, time, movement and thought. Then I got over the shock of what was happening, and tried to pull away, but he grabbed my shoulders and pressed hard against me. His breath smelt foul, he had been drinking. Then he started to steer me away. I struggled frantically to get out of his grasp, realizing the seriousness of this situation, but he was strong, and my arms where pinned by my side. He shoved his bedroom door open, flung me onto his bed and began unbuttoning my robes. He was sitting on top of me, and no matter how much I shouted and squirmed, I was powerless. I began to cry as I realized what was going to happen. I was going to be raped by Draco Malfoy.