A/N: This chapter has slightly inappropriate content that may also make you uncomfortable. You're welcome to skip this chapter if you'd like. Also, sorry for the delay!
Ten minutes after the warning bell, Harry arrived at his potions class which was held in the dungeons and taught by Professor Snape. He was a greasy-haired and hook-nosed man who simply hated everything about Harry, as well as life. He saw Draco talking to Crabbe and Goyle and felt an immediate surge of annoyance as Pansy Parkinson, a fairly ugly girl, at least in Harry's opinion, had come to slip her arm around Draco's elbow.
Harry tried to meet Draco's eyes, but either Draco didn't notice Harry's attempts, or else he was deliberately not looking up.
Suddenly a loud, annoyingly familiar voice came from the opposite side of the hall and said, "Enter and take your seats."
Harry entered the classroom and headed towards his desk, pulling his cauldron closer to him as he did so. He waited impatiently for the instructions, cursing Pansy under his breath. As the class started to get to work, Harry avoided Draco as much as possible, all the while having to listen to snide remarks about his presence from the Slytherins and Professor Snape.
"Hey, Potter! Is it true you're going out with that Granger girl? It would make sense, considering your blood could be as filthy as hers!" said a boy who was a head taller than Draco. Harry ignored him and continued to cut up his gurdyroots evenly. He threw them into his cauldron and started on the beetles. The sound of laughter grew and Harry dared a glance to see what was going on.
Huddled together, Draco and Pansy were talking about a girl they managed to hex in the hallway who had to go to the hospital wing because her face was full of pus-filled pimples. Nearby Slytherins who overheard their conversation joined in and laughed with them. Harry looked away, feeling a mixed desire to hurt Pansy and just throw up. When the bell finally rang, Harry was the first person to leave the class.
time skip
Harry was sitting beneath the tree outside the halls, not doing anything in particular. He was waiting for Draco so that they could talk and spend some time together. Harry heard some footsteps and looked up eagerly, but his face fell when he saw it wasn't Draco. It was the same boy from the class who thought Harry was going out with Hermione. He had dark hair and crooked teeth. He also had plenty of acne; he could easily have been the student Draco and Pansy hexed.
"Hey, freak!" He called as he came nearer.
"What do you want?" Harry muttered, shifting in his spot.
"So is it true that you're going out with Granger?" he asked, a nasty smirk playing on his chapped lips.
"What do you care?" Harry replied.
The boy laughed, "Well, seeing as how you two are pretty close, I guess you are," and he still came closer. Harry felt slightly nervous now. The boy bent down, just inches from Harry's face, and said
"Why don't we try something else? It'll be much more fun than going at it with Granger." Crap. Harry refused to panic and remained where he was.
"I'd rather die," he said.
"That can be arranged, but first I'd rather have some fun. Incarcerous!" the taller boy shouted. Ropes sprung from the earth and tied themselves around Harry so that he couldn't move. There was nobody around to call for help to in the area. What would he do? What if Draco saw? He would know it wasn't Harry's fault though, right? It's not like Harry wanted this freak to touch him! Harry desperately moved around, straining against the ropes. The boy punched Harry hard in the stomach to get him to stop struggling and lowered his hand to touch Harry against his wishes. Harry saw something moving in the distance, although it could have been his imagination since his eyes swam with tears and he couldn't see properly. He tried to call for help, but the ropes forced themselves into his mouth so he couldn't speak. All of a sudden, just as the boy got his hand under Harry's robes, brushing his skin, he fell backwards, frozen.
It was Draco. Harry felt relief coursing through his body, and only then he realized just how fast his heart was beating. Draco looked worried as he rushed over to where Harry was, and said,
"Relashio!"
The ropes let go and disappeared into the ground.
"Harry, are you okay?" Draco asked, hugging him tightly.
"I'm fine. Just a little⦠you know." Harry mumbled, closing his eyes as he buried his head into Draco's neck. It was probably for a few minutes, but it felt like forever and Harry didn't want it to end. It was so comfortable and so warm in Draco's grip, and Harry felt safe. Unfortunately, it had to end as a teacher walked by and shouted at them, saying that they would be late for their next class. Harry could've sworn he heard her mutter something about teenagers. Harry looked at the body of the creep and started to ask Draco something, but he already answered.
"Freezing charm. I think I'll erase his memory though. Obliviate!" Harry saw the creep's eyes cloud up and said,
"What now?"
"I'll unfreeze him later. Let's get going."
And they walked, hand in hand, off to their last class of the day.
A/N: I felt extremely uncomfortable writing this. Just know that this is something serious that can happen to anyone, and if it does, beat them up and call the police. Stay safe!
