TW: brief reference to an attempted sexual assault

The weekend came quickly. You had spent most of the time you weren't studying with Susan or Draco. You wished your other friends would speak to you, but everyone other than your three roommates avoided you as much as possible. It hurt, but you just hoped that they would come around one day and realize that Draco didn't have to remain the monster that he acted like sometimes. You had gotten to see his softer side, and you hoped that they would be able to see that one day too.

Susan helped you get ready for the party, picking out a cute mint green sweater for you with your favorite pair of jeans. She also straightened your hair until it fell in shiny waves against your back. You pulled on a pair of flats and stuck your wand into your back pocket before slipping out the door to go meet Draco. He had been quiet all day, but you knew that he had been having trouble sleeping for a while now.

You walked up to the entrance to the Slytherin common room, grinning when you found him leaning against the wall, waiting for you. You shyly came over to him and smiled, "Hi."

He took your hand and wordlessly began to lead you into the party.

You beamed as you followed him into the party. You entered, smiling at all of the people gathered there who seemed to be enjoying themselves. Draco didn't let go of your hand and dragged you deeper into the party. He found Crabbe and Goyle in the crowd and muttered a greeting towards them. You noticed the way they both were eyeing your hand in Draco's, but neither said a word.

For a while, you stayed with Draco, chatting with Crabbe and Goyle, trying to get to know them better. Draco slipped away at some point and told you he would be right back. You beamed at the two boys and wondered, "What are both of your favorite classes?"

They both shrugged, blowing off your question. Then you heard Pansy's voice shriek, "Who let her in?"

Slowly turning around, you found Pansy standing in front of you with her nose upturned and eyes full of disgust. She lowly growled, "Get out of my sight, Potter. This is a Slytherin party, and the last time I checked you're a 'puff." She spat out your house name as if it was a terrible taste she wanted to evict from her mouth.

You swallowed and tried to turn and leave when she grabbed onto you, laughing, "No, I wasn't done."

She shoved you backwards and continued, "Have you looked in a mirror? That sweater is horrendous. You look like a troll."

You frowned and tried to pull from her grip again, but she tightened her hold on you. She added, "Your hair is flat and disgusting. I can't believe you're going out looking like that."

You cleared your throat and commanded, "Let go of me."

Pansy got into your face and laughed, "No."

Glancing to your left, you were horrified to see Draco standing there with a blank expression, watching the scene occur. He turned away from you, and you felt a pang in your chest. You angrily ripped your arm from Pansy's grip and followed him through the crowd. You finally caught up to him and tapped his back. He turned around and stared down at you with a blank expression.

You whispered, "Are you ok? You don't look like yourself."

"I'm fine," He replied coldly.

"Why didn't you say anything? Didn't you see the way she was just treating me?" You wondered, looking up at him with round eyes and a gentle frown.

He rolled his eyes and demanded, "What did you want me to say? Why can't you just take care of yourself? I'm not your father."

You softly blinked and pursed your lips. Staring at your shivering hands, you sighed, "No, I guess I just stupidly thought you were my friend."

Draco seemed furious at this comment. His eyes blazing, he brushed past you in a hurry. You turned around, and you instantly wished you hadn't as you watched him march up to Pansy and smash his lips on hers.

You blinked rapidly, unable to process what you were seeing. You turned from the sight and saw Crabbe and Goyle looking at you with pity. Crabbe walked over to you and handed you a red can of soda. You wondered, "What is this?"

"We love muggle fountain drinks, so we have a bunch of them saved up for parties. They are non-alcoholic, so we can't get in trouble for drinking one. After what just happened to you, we figured you might like one... Malfoy can be a douche sometimes."

You thanked them before taking the can. It was closed, and you saw them each drinking their own, so you figured it was safe. You opened it and downed the soda quickly. You just wanted something to do since your mind was screaming. It tasted like you remembered from the rare occasion you were given a fountain drink at the orphanage. You inhaled it while trying to think of anything except what just happened.

You started to move towards the door after finishing the drink, but the room began spinning. You stumbled, leaning against the wall as you felt like someone had tipped the room upside down. Someone grabbed you, pulling you onto the dance floor, but you could hardly walk straight. Someone stuck their foot out in front of you as you tried to pull away from the person, and you fell to your knees. You put your hands on the ground beside you as you began giggling. You started to forget what you were upset about.

A large pair of hands pulled you to your feet. They began swinging you around on the dance floor, and you giggled while you danced, but you had to lean on whoever it was for support since your legs felt like soggy noodles.

When you saw a fuzzy face getting closer to yours with lips puckered, you gasped and stumbled backwards, nearly falling again. You heard loud laughter that seemed to crash down on you, but everything had gotten incredibly fuzzy. You noticed a couple of Slytherin girls reach out to you with concerned expressions, but you had to escape. You stumbled for the exit, grabbing whatever was nearby whenever you felt yourself trip. You giggled the entire time, not able to think straight. You knew something was terribly wrong, yet you couldn't stop giggling. You finally made it to the exit and knew that you needed to get out of there and get some help.

Standing in front of the fat lady portrait a few minutes later, you realized that you had gone to the Gryffindor dorms rather than your own. Blinking, you turned around and saw a familiar mop of red hair on a largely fuzzy face. "Y/N?" He questioned, "Why are there tears running down your face?"

You lifted your fingers to your face to feel the wetness on your cheeks that you hadn't noticed before. You stumbled to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, whimpering, "Freddie? Is that you? You're so blurry. I don't feel so good." You took a step back, immediately stumbling and falling to the ground. As the room spun out of control, you trailed, "Whoa..."

He quickly wrapped an arm behind your back and the other behind your knees. Your eyelids felt heavy, and colors seemed so much brighter and fuzzier than you remembered. He took you into the empty common room and laid you down on the couch.

You struggled to see his face, but you saw his bright red hair and concerned eyes through the haze. You blinked slowly at him as the room continued to spin. He put a hand on your knee and gently prodded, "What happened?"

Trying and failing to focus your vision on him, you rambled almost incoherently, "I was at a Slytherin party because Draco and I were dating... I thought... but everyone already knew that I guess... They were being mean, and he just watched. I asked him why, and he got mad. He kissed her, so we broke up."

He gingerly questioned, "Are you drunk?"

You rolled your head around and wondered, "Does Coca-Cola have alcohol in it? I didn't think so, but I can't really remember a whole lot right now. Crabbe and Goyle gave it to me to be nice. That's all I had, Freddie."

Fred fumed, "They must have put something in your drink."

You began to shiver while trying to focus on his eyes. You muttered, "I don't feel right, Freddie. You're really fuzzy, and the room is a carousel."

He told you, "Stay right there. I'm going to get the others for help."

Before he could move away, you grabbed onto his shirt and whispered, "Wait, but Freddie, I'm not even sad anymore. Do you want to know why?"

"Because you're drugged out of your mind?" He offered, not amused in the slightest.

You giggled hysterically before whispering, "No, silly. Because of George. He doesn't like me though, so you can't tell him. It's a secret, okay? Please, don't tell him Freddie." You began to hiccup and tried to get off the couch before you lost your footing and fell, slightly hitting your head on the edge of the coffee table. You laid on the ground and held your throbbing head, murmuring, "Ouch. That hurt."

You blinked as the edge of your vision started to turn black. You heard him curse under his breath before he picked you up and rushed you out of the room. You felt yourself going in and out of consciousness as short scenes flashed through your awareness. You saw red hair above you as you seemed to fly down the hallway. You saw Madame Pomfrey's concerned face as you were laid into a hospital bed. Lastly, you managed to look down and saw blood on your hands, wondering who it belonged to before you completely lost consciousness.