Hey, y'all. If you've followed my other stories, you might notice I have a habit of starting and not finishing my ideas. I'm starting this up as a series of random HP one-shots with various characters, so I can start and finish something in one sitting without leaving folks hanging.
Obv, I don't own the OG HP characters. Stories will not always stick with the actual storyline of the HP books. &, Lots of these will get quite dark, so trigger warning (sexual content, including non-consensual & torture, domestic violence).
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*Note, for the purpose of this fic, Marcus will be in year 7, while you (OC) and Draco are in year 6.*
[[You're dating Marcus Flint as his anger evolves into evil aggression and abuse. You feel helpless and trapped, when one of your best friends, Draco Malfoy, starts to see the writing on the wall.]]
You were that kind soul who had everyone wondering how on earth you were proudly Slytherin. Your kindness shed light and hope onto the house as a whole, in contrast to those outspoken bullies that gave Slytherin a bad name. You knew why you were in this house- between coming from a line of Slytherins, growing up with so many of your classmates, and your quick wit and ambition it seemed so obvious. But to others, they were taken aback with how friendly you were to students outside of your house, often thinking at first your niceness must be ingenuine or sarcastic. But they would all come to learn that for the most part, you were just a gentle and accepting human being. You were only competitive (to the point of being aggressive) during class assignments and Quidditch games; from your second year to now in your sixth, you were one of the most impressive beaters in the history of the Slytherin team.
You'd known Marcus for a long time, since childhood, always having a soft spot for the boy who used to be so awkward and insecure. His family weren't shy about expressing their disappointment in him as a gangly child, which always took you and your own parents by surprise. You were fortunate to have a family who were patient, loving and instilled these values into your very core; many young Slytherins, particularly the boys, experienced a crushing pressure to be something greater- dominating, really- as they entered into Hogwarts. While you knew him as a child, Marcus was so gentle, so kind and always appreciated your friendship and encouragement. He used to say how talking to you made him feel like he could be whatever person he wanted to be. While you did notice a shift in his persona once he started at Hogwarts, and even more so when he became captain of the Quidditch team and prefect, it was difficult to realize that the younger version of Marcus was disappearing to the point of being non-existent. It was still so real to you that he was that kind, gentle person- even though he was not.
Draco has been your absolute best friend since childhood, and him being less forgiving had warned you to not be involved with Marcus as early as year three. Another very Slytherin trait of yours, was that you were extraordinarily independent and stubborn. Your response to Draco was usually something along the lines of, "I'll stop being friends with him, and all the other Slytherin 'jerks', when you do."
"It's not that simple for me." Draco would respond. "My father has different expectations for me. Besides, him being a jerk doesn't hurt me. It could hurt you."
"I'm not that fragile."
"You're absolutely not," Draco would agree, "but Marcus is that brutal. He's different when you're not around. Just be careful, okay?"
After a moment of awkward silence, he would usually sigh, tousle your hair and make some sort of light-hearted comment along the lines of, "Not like you've ever listened to me anyways." Then spin off on one of the many stories from your childhood where Draco had warned to be careful, and you'd looked him right in the eye to do the silly or reckless thing in spite of him.
As far as Marcus went, it's not that you pined after him; he always seemed to have a girlfriend and you were at peace with that. But there would be times when he would make a subtle pass at you, or a heart-wrenching comment about how he would be a better person if he were with you, and you would think back to that kid he used to be, the friendship you used to have, and wonder if he was right. Then when he finally did ask you out towards the end of your 5th year, you'd thought about it enough to give things a try. You did not expect to get so swept away by him over that Summer- and then to crash so hard in the Fall when school started up again.
In the Summer, away from the pressures of school, he'd been nothing but loving and romantic. In the Fall, things felt different… it started with comments here and there, being a little too demeaning, a little too suggestive with you around his friends. But he would pull you aside later, apologize that he got carried away and forgot what it was like to be around these guys again. He told you not to worry, that you just had to make it through this final year of school, and then he could "be whatever person he wanted to be", just like he'd promised when he was younger. He'd do better.
You believed him. You defended him to Draco. Then, when Draco distanced himself from the two of you, you told yourself it's because he was jealous. What a stupid decision, to not have the protection and guidance of the only person who'd consistently looked out for you your whole life.
With Draco more or less out of the picture, things only ramped up with Marcus' behavior. He would expect you to be by his side always as his trophy, constantly grab at you inappropriately, and talk about other girls, just to make a statement. He was better than you. And if you had the audacity to tell him off or walk away in public, he would pull you aside and be downright nasty to you, calling you every name in the book for embarrassing him in front of his friends. How dare you insult his name and authority in front of these people… what if word got back to his parents?
It felt like whiplash. You would be so shocked by his behavior, and even more shocked when the apologies and niceties came, but ultimately in the end you were just relieved to get him back.
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After weeks of Draco avoiding you, he pulled up a chair to where you were studying in the library wanting to make amends.
"You know I'll always be here for you, right?" He asked. "You better keep this a secret, but truth be told you're the only person in this whole godforsaken school who really knows me and I'd kill for you."
You smiled. He was right; you'd always thought that Draco and Marcus were in the same boat. Both playing along with what was expected of them, for the sake of appeasing their parents and social circle, waiting to get out and move on. But even now as Draco talked to you, you could tell the noticeable difference in how this felt, versus when Marcus would apologize. Draco felt… real.
"Well, it'd be nice if you didn't disappear on me." You responded, and Draco sighed.
"You have to understand, when I'm around you… and him…" He almost growled. "When he acts stupid, I want to knock him out. But I have to play along. It was just getting too difficult." You nodded, but stayed silent. "(Y/N)?" Draco asked quietly. "Is he really good to you? I mean, does he…?"
Before Draco could finish his question, and before you could respond, Marcus sat down abruptly, interrupting by planting an aggressive kiss on your face. "Hey, doll." He said firmly to you, sending a clear message before turning to Draco. "Mind if I steal her away? I need (Y/N) to finish off this Potions assignment for me- one of the few reasons why she's good to keep around." You flinched a bit, embarrassed.
You were surprised at how Draco was able to hold it together, though you were likely the only one who noticed his knuckles turning white as he gripped his textbooks with a strained force. "Yeah, of course. See you both back in the common room." And with that, Draco was gone as quickly as he'd arrived.
Marcus brushed his hand through your hair and down to rest on the your lower back gently, and kissed you lovingly on the neck. Whiplash. "You still okay to help with my assignment? Of course, if you don't want to, I can ask someone else." He didn't have to say so for you to know he was talking about one of the other girls in his class who were making eyes at him from across the library.
"No, I can help. We almost had it finished yesterday, anyways." You smiled.
"Good girl."
This was the first of three distinct events, where you could start to feel Marcus really giving way to his aggression. He'd not snapped on this day, but after he'd seen you with Draco, he definitely started keeping much closer, and making remarks here or there about Draco's "romantic" history and how he only ever wanted one thing from girls. You knew that wasn't true, but didn't say anything.
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The second was a Quidditch game against Gryffindor. If the bludgers had been a hair crazier, you would have thought they'd been tampered with like in your second year. But, some games were just like this, where they'd seemed to be a tad more pent up and harmful than usual. While guarding one of your own players from one bludger, the other seemed to come out of nowhere and whacked you firmly in the back of your right shoulder; it was certainly dislocated. You tumbled off your broom, grabbing onto the stick with your left arm and glancing frantically around for a teammate to assist. Draco was entirely across the pitch, and chasing after the golden snitch, distracted.
"Marcus!" You yelled. He was the closest to you, but had the quaffle in his hands and an open goal… he heard your yell, looked you in the eyes and turned back to the game. It was too important.
You looked down at the ground in fear; you were so far up, and with your hurt shoulder could find no way to maneuver the broom downwards. Just as your grip loosened, and you felt that first bit of gravity hit your stomach from the start of the fall, a strong hand wrapped around your forearm- Fred Weasley's. In a second, you were hoisted onto the back of his broomstick. You knew Fred very well, through class and through your strong friendship with Ginny Weasley.
"My shoulder is dislocated!" You shouted to him over the noise of the crowd. "Just drop me on the ground, I'll take myself to the infirmary."
"You sure you can go on your own?" He asked as he floated you both towards the field below.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks for catching me."
"Of course; I'd have to be a total douche to see you falling and choose to do nothing." He said sharply. You blushed, stayed silent, and looked up at Marcus; he squinted at you two, furious.
The issue only escalated in the infirmary. Marcus was first to arrive at your side, though clearly upset and making snide, passive-aggressive remarks about how disgusted he was that you'd been so close to a Weasley. While you dared not to comment, it was a free-for-all when Fred himself arrived to see if you were okay.
"You're a bloody prick, you know that? You looked right at her and would have let her fall. You're lucky all she's got is a dislocated shoulder!" Fred yelled at Marcus.
"Fred, it's okay." You tried to de-escalate the situation.
"See- she's fine. She's not your concern anyways, is she?" Marcus spat at Fred.
"She may not be my concern, but she's definitely not at the top of your list of priorities either, Marcus. Or was it not you who almost let her get injured so you could score ten points in a Quidditch match? You were already beating us by ninety points, you twit."
"Piss off, Weasley- you don't know what you're going on about." Marcus spat, just before they both turned in unison to see Draco enter.
"What do you think, Malfoy?" Fred inquired angrily. "She's your friend too, right? Well, what do you have to say about this prat, who almost let your friend fall off her broom?"
Before Draco could respond, Madam Pomphrey entered and demanded they all either settle down, or leave. Fred huffed angrily, though still wished you a quick recovery before heading out. Draco also told you to get better soon before he resigned to leaving. Then Madam Pomphrey left- and you and Marcus were alone again.
"It's bloody embarrassing to see you all over Weasley on the Quidditch pitch, then ogling him after. What kind of a nasty slut are you, to do that right in front of me?"
"Marcus," you started quietly, "I was falling off my broom. I didn't even know who it was when I grabbed his hand. And he's my friend, I'm allowed to have…" He smacked you across the face.
"No, you're not allowed to have friends like him. I'll be telling you who your friends are from now on, you got it?" You were in shock, your hand cupping your cheek with wide eyes. "Don't look at me like that- none of this would have happened if you'd kept yourself on your broom. You're a clumsy, petulant little girl and I don't even know why I put up with you." You were shaking slightly, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.
"I… I'm sorry…" You stammered.
"You better be. And you better make it up to me." And with that, he left. And you were alone. An hour later, a note floated into the room- an apology, a love letter, one with his scent and a shower of magical, sweet pink confetti. When you woke up the next morning, you were surrounded by flowers, balloons and stuffed animals- all from Marcus.
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You might have thought that this, him smacking you, would be the climax of his anger. But unfortunately, that was yet to come. After this final, third "event" he was snapped completely. And you were hardly even there for it; it was just him, with his friends.
You did get a warning from Pansy Parkinson, who was kind to you sometimes, but like all of them tended to fade in and out depending on who their families told them to associate with. You were both up late, you reading by the fire in the common room, her crying because Draco had rejected her again. You extended your comfort to her, and she came to sit with you while she settled down.
"It's been a while since we've chatted." She admitted guiltily.
"That's okay. It's nice to talk now." You smiled.
"So- how are things with Marcus?" She asked innocently. You shrugged and sighed.
"They're mostly really good. A little stressful with classes and Quidditch," That's putting it lightly, you thought as you spoke, "but I think we're going to be just fine."
"Word around the common room is you two still haven't… slept together?" Pansy whispered and giggled, even though nobody else was around. This was technically true. You'd fooled around quite a bit over the Summer, but you were still a virgin, and he was mostly fine with waiting until you were ready. Of course, he'd tried to initiate a couple of times. But, after you insisted your answer was no, he would always back down.
"Is that the word?" You joked to Pansy. "Well, all of that is between me and him."
"Oh, (Y/N), always so protective and modest." She smiled. "Well, word is also that his friends are slagging him off over it." Your smile fell a bit.
"Is that right?"
"Oh, yeah… you know how they are. You're not really a man until you're getting sex, apparently." You could feel it then- if his friends were pressuring him, Marcus wouldn't be patient much longer.
Only a few days later, what you'd been dreading became reality. You walked into the common room late one night, and Marcus and his friends had been drinking. From the dungeon entrance, you could hear them all mocking, sneering, "Princess (Y/N) just won't give it up, will she? Too good for you, isn't she Marcus? Or maybe you just don't have anything to offer her?" You thought then to turn around, but your feet stupidly moved you forward enough to where Marcus could see you. Then, it was all over.
"Come on, (Y/N)." He made his way to you quickly, catching you off guard and dragging you back into the halls of Hogwarts while his friends cheered and whooped behind you. You were in a frightened daze as he led you through the corridors to a lone room, you weren't sure where, with only a bed. He threw your books and bags to the ground, slammed your back against a stone wall and started kissing you ferociously. "Marcus", you pleaded in between kisses. "Marcus, wait…"
"I'm done waiting." He grabbed your jaw to keep your eyes fixed into his own, they held nothing but anger, desire, and lust. "I've waited long enough. I've hardly tasted you since Summer…"
"Marcus, I… don't want it to happen like this…"
"Then you should have made it happen before. Now, this is what you get. This is what you want, isn't it? You tease? You stupid whore?" He spat down at you. Your legs were trembling, realizing what was about to happen. This was it- he was going to take you against your will.
And he did, without mercy. He threw you down on the bed, belly down. He lifted up your skirt and tore through your stockings. He held you down by your hair, though you were mostly too afraid to try and get away. He spat on his fingers and pushed them into you, though that wouldn't prepare you for what was coming. Then he entered you, splitting you open, grabbing onto your hips and thrusting with such force you had green and purple bruises for days. You could feel when he pierced your center, when you started bleeding. You cried while it happened, willing it and the pain to stop, and at some point, went limp and blacked out. He finished anyways.
When it was over, when you regained consciousness, you were in his arms in the same bed. He was kissing your forehead and stroking your hair, looking into your eyes and telling you that he loved you. He promised it wouldn't hurt as much next time. You didn't believe him.
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At this point, you were well aware of who Marcus was. You knew he wasn't that kid from your childhood, and that he was a danger and a liar. But it had gone too far, and you were stuck, until he grew tired of you. Unfortunately, the end was no where in sight- he was more than satisfied with having you by his side, broken. He made it well known that you two were now sleeping together, if you could call it that, just to make himself seem more powerful.
His desire was insatiable. It felt like he was taking you every day, in a deserted bathroom here, a supply closet there, an abandoned classroom… and always roughly. Sometimes he would lift your legs to wrap around his waist and pin you to a wall, covering your mouth so no one could hear your muffled screams. Sometimes your face was pressed into that same cold wall, with him entering from behind. One time, he forced you to the ground and shoved himself so deep into your throat, you almost threw up. He was proud of himself for that.
The verbal assault also continued. He would threaten you with even more horrific acts, and you only hoped those threats were empty. He would threaten to choke you, he threatened he would shove objects- or himself- into your anus, he even threatened to give you to his friends for a night. He would continue to tell you how lucky you were to have him, how you were just a slut who needed a master, how you secretly loved it when he took what he wanted from you. Then later, you were rewarded with kindness and loving words and touches. And slowly, you started to believe the words that preceded the kindness, as well.
You did deserve this. You were a dirty slut.
You cherished those soft moments, those apologies, as they were peaceful but they didn't last long.
It was like this for months, into the holiday.
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You tried to not be a shell of the person you used to be, but you just were. You always wore makeup with your hair down, long sleeved shirts, and dark hose to cover bruises and bite marks. You were afraid to be too close to any of your friends- they would know. Or, he would get mad. So you made up that you'd taken a few additional classes, and were just swamped with homework all the time nowadays. You chose to stay at Hogwarts alone over the holiday break; Marcus went home. You were ashamed to be around your family, and sure they would know something was wrong.
You almost had a heart attack, when you'd been staring into the fire in the Slytherin common room, and suddenly it started to transform into a portal; someone was using floo powder to enter.
You stepped back, frightened of who it might be. You were relieved for a moment that it was Draco- then terrified that Marcus would find out you two were alone. Somehow, he always knew everything. You were imagining what he would do to punish you when Draco started waving his hand in front of your eyes.
"Hello? (Y/N)? Anybody home?" He joked.
"Why are you here?" You asked, and his smile faded.
"To wish you a happy Christmas, of course. Since I can remember, we've always seen each other on Christmas day." You smiled longingly as you remembered a bit of your life before Marcus.
You teared up a bit and responded, "You're right- I forgot. Happy Christmas." Draco looked at you concerningly.
"So, how have you been? I was surprised you didn't go home this year."
"Yea, just a lot of homework to catch up on… I really screwed myself with this course load." You lied and looked at your fidgeting hands. He knew immediately.
"Really?" You nodded, not looking at him. "(Y/N)…" He started, reaching out to put his hand on yours. You reflexively flinched and jumped up back away from him. A look of hurt, then surprise, then realization crossed over his face. He scanned up and down your body. Now, he looked angry. But not at you. You'd been alone for days, and had let your guard down.
You weren't wearing makeup.
Your hair was up.
Most damning of all, you were wearing gym shorts, and no tights.
Glowing in the firelight were all colors and different ages of finger- and fist-shaped scratches and bruises, clear as day. Going all the way from your cheekbones to your inner thighs.
Stupid, stupid, stupid girl. You should have been more careful. He's going to punish you.
"Draco…"
"Don't." He held his hand out and stopped you. He was shaking a bit, and taking deep breaths to calm himself. He stood up to pace a bit, not facing you. You waited, not moving, for him to respond.
Finally, shaky, you muttered, "please, don't…"
"I'm so sorry." He interrupted you. Your brows furrowed; sorry for what? This was clearly all your fault.
"Why?... For what…?" You responded, perplexed.
"I should have known. I knew what a monster he was, and I just… left you with him. I should have done something earlier, and I'm so sorry. I didn't know how bad it was." You shook your head; this was nobody's fault but your own.
"It's okay… nothing is your fault, and I'm fine…" Draco punched a wooden cabinet so hard that it concaved a bit.
"You are NOT fine." He said in a much calmer tone compared with his actions, as to try not to direct his anger towards you. "He is not fine. You're going home."
"No, no, no…" You stood up and started backing away from him. "I can't go home, my family cannot find out and I have to be here when he gets back or…"
"Oh, don't worry about that, he's certainly not coming back…"
"Draco, you don't mean that… there's nothing any of us can do… your family,…"
"Exactly. My family. I'm the first to admit that my father can be a total arse most of the time, but they love you, (Y/N). We all do. You are part of our family, and of so many others- do you have any idea how horrified Marcus' family would be to learn about this? That he's doing this to you?"
You paused, and blinked a bit, considering these words but not fully believing them. "They would call me a liar… they would stand behind him. And everyone else would."
"Says who?" You swallowed hard and diverted your eyes, not wanting to say. "Of course, he wants you to think that. But, (Y/N), you are so much better than he is. You are so loved. Marcus is just a bully- his 'friends' don't even really like him. I promise you, nothing would happen to you, or me, if we face this thing head on."
"Draco, he'll hurt me…"
"He's already hurting you!" He exclaimed, trying to keep his tone soft. "Please… just come home with me. Come back to my family, your family… we'll protect you. I promise."
"It's not that easy…"
"It may not be easy…" Draco eased closer to you. "But, it's a hell of a lot easier when you're not alone. Let me, let all of us, help you."
You paused, considering these options but too afraid to take the leap.
"Please, (Y/N),… for once in your life, just do what I'm asking?" Draco was now in front of you, his arms outstretched, a soft comforting smile on his face.
In moments, you would succumb to accept this guidance, collapsing into his embrace, sobbing, apologizing, and whatever else you wouldn't remember. You were going home.
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In the weeks following, you opened up about what was happening with your family and closest friends, receiving nothing but support and protection.
Marcus did not return to Hogwarts after the holiday, though you were unsure why as Draco was handling most of the back and forth between your family, Draco's and Marcus'. Something would happen over the next few months, something legal, something binding- a fight.
But, you felt yourself becoming you again. You let Draco in, you let your friends and family in, and as you had done for them on many occasions, they supported you in return.
You were stronger. You were whole again.
And whatever fight was to come in the future-
You would be ready.
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My first one-shot ever! Lemme know what you think.
And, a good reminder on these types of fics with domestic violence- reading, fantasy, and consensual role-play is one thing. Real life abuse is not to be taken lightly. If you or anyone you know is struggling in a controlling or abusive relationship, please seek help immediately.
Thanks, y'all. Stay safe.