Catch Me When I Fall: Chapter One

Summary: They've named her the School . Brutally bashed and raped by a close family friend as a child, Jacinta has lost all respect for her body; and for the male sex. Now they'll do whatever she likes to get what she wants, plots, schemes, manipulates; she's done it all. Until someone sees she needs help, she needs a rescuer. Only problem being, they hate each other; they always have. Why did fate chose them? Why did the prophecy have to claim her for its grueling task? Will he save her, or is his birth-right more important?

Disclaimer: Anything associated with Harry Potter in this story belongs to J.K. Rowling, thank you.

Warning: mentions of rape, OOC, violence, sexual references and language. Anything else will be added in future chapters.

Chapter One: Damage.

"Lorrington," Sinclair, newest addition to the faculty, stood in front of Jae's desk, hand extended for essay collection. Why that had to write a Charms Essay so early into the term, Jae had no clue.

Smiling sweetly, Jae lifted her finger to a few loose strand of hair, hanging against her cheek. She slowly twirled the piece of hair around her finger, puppy-dog-facing Sinclair. "Sir, you said I could get an extension, remember two classes ago. You said I could have it in by Friday."

Sinclair looked slightly confused, as if he knew she was working him, though just not as aware as he should be.

"Shouldn't you be moving on?" Jae asked, giving him a smile, one her Anna had dubbed seductive; though Jae simply considered it a 'I'm-down-with-you-now-move-on' smile.

Sinclair gave her a confused smile and moved on to the person next to her; Draco Malfoy. For some strange reason, McGonagall had come up with a new seating position, which students had to use in every class. They had dubbed it the "Buddy System." This meant that a pair of students had to sit next to each other every class for an entire semester, including weekly study periods.

She could describe the system in three words: Driving her crazy. Being stuck next to Malfoy for every class, everyday, every week, every month. She didn't know how much longer she could take it.

As soon as Sinclair had moved on Malfoy turned to her.

"I thought you have finished your essay?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"No, I finished by History of Magic essay, last night I had to listen to your bloody girlfriend chatter about her latest lip-gloss; what a ditz."

"That's rich, coming from you," Malfoy countered.

Jae glared at him. "She didn't even have to study with us, she has her own buddy."

"Weasley doesn't exactly count as a partner."

Jae rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't want to seem like I was sticking up for a Gryffindor, but you such a stereotypical jerk."

"And you're just a manipulating tease."

"You're just jealous."

"Of what? The fact that I'm probably the only guy in the school who hasn't been in your pants?"

At that moment dismissal bell sounded through the school. Jae shot Malfoy a glare before pushing her books into her bag, slinging it over her shoulder, just as Sinclair called from his desk:

"Lorrington, here please."

Malfoy brushed passed her, whispering in her ear, "Time for you to get paid?"

Jae caught him by the arm, staring into his eyes as her nails dug into his flesh. "Don't under-estimate me, Draco." She stressed his name.

Malfoy stared at her a few seconds longer, looking slightly confused before joining the migration to the door.

Jae put on her innocent face and made her way to Sinclair's desk, sitting on the side, making sure a bit of leg was showing.

Sinclair seemed momentarily distracted before looking up at her face.

"Jacinta, we need to talk."

"Is there a problem, professor?" she asked innocently, knowing he wouldn't have the balls to confront her fully.

"About your assignment," he began, although Jae could tell that wasn't where he was intending to begin. "You only have until Friday," he told her, attempting to be stern, and failing.

Jae smiled, as usual. "Thank you, sir," she said, standing and stepping towards him. "You're the greatest," she told him, leaning forward and kissing his cheek softly. "I promise I'll have it in."

Sinclair nodded nervously.

"May I go?" Jae asked, subconsciously rubbing her collarbone, drawing Sinclair's eyes to her chest.

Sinclair blinked and nodded again, as though unable to speak.

Jae grinned, see you tomorrow, sir," she said, striding out of the classroom; satisfied.

Anna was waiting outside the door.

"You are so bad," she said, obviously pleased.

Jae giggled softly. "I guess the professors must get lonely, I mean, imagine having to live here for a year without sex? How do they do it?"

"Why don't you ask Snape? He's the only one of the young guys who's been here for like sixteen years."

Jae laughed out loud at that. "Snape? I doubt Snape's ever done it in his whole life; probably doesn't even know what he's missing."

Anna shook her head. "You'd be surprised," she told her before picking up her speed.

"Anna Carlson, what do you know?" Jae asked, picking p her speed to keep up with her friend.

Anna simply shook her head, lips pursed.

"You can't say that and then not elaborate," Jae informed her.

Anna was still silent.

"Come on, this has got to be valuable."

"Why don't you ask, Draco?"

"I will not ask, Malfoy," Jae said, immediately dismissing the subject of one Draco Malfoy.

"What do you have against him?" Anna asked.

"Anna, if you knew him, seriously knew him. You'd know what I know."

"Why don't you tell me?"

"Trust me, it will only damage you to know."

Anna rolled her eyes and turned the corner.

Jae's tiny hands turned a large, brass doorknob; her tiny, black shoes and frilly, white dress were the only things in her vision as her head seemed to be stuck in one position; down. It was then that she realised her head was stuck behind someone had a hand on her neck. Tilting her head slightly, she looked up into the grey, emotionless eyes of her father.

She was seven again. The breath caught in her throat as she was placed on the settee next to her father. She couldn't speak, couldn't stop anything.

"No! Run! She wanted to scream, but every time she tried her mouth would just purse closed even tighter than before, as if she were under a spell. Her vision when black and suddenly she was eleven, it was the day before Hogwarts, her school books were on the desk in front of her. Her father was still there.

Her eyes widened as she saw his hand rest on her shoulder and his mouth moved, but the words sounded inside her mind, not from his mouth.

"You're my favourite girl, Jacinta," he told her, moving his hand down her side.

Jae felt herself nodded, as much as she tried not to.

"You love your daddy, right?"

Jae's head nodded vigorously on its own.

"You'd do anything for your daddy, right?"

Again, her head nodded.

"What about Daddy's friend?" he asked as a dark-haired, faceless man entered the room.

Jae's shoulders shrugged. "I guess," she said, though not voluntarily.

Suddenly, her father disappeared and the man stepped closer to her. Again, everything went black.

The scene materialised in front of her eyes again, but it was different; everything was different.

The man was gone, and she was alone, naked, lying on the settee. Tears whelmed in her eyes as she pulled her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly as the sobs erupted, tear streaks trailing down her cheeks.

All of a sudden, she began to shake, but not a normal shake, i was as though someone was trying to shake her awake.

"Lorrington, wake up, Lorrington."

She recognised that voice, it was Malfoy's.

Her eyes snapped awake; she had fallen asleep in the library, Malfoy was shaking her.

"Merlin, are you okay?" Malfoy asked, looking almost concerned.

End Chapter,

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This story is actually taken from an old account of mine which I no longer intend on using.