Denying Draco

43 - Assault

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There were approximately five minutes left until classes were over and Poppy returned the book she was reading to the shelf and said goodbye to Madam Pince, the librarian. She made her way through the halls for her second class of the day with Professor. McGonogall, hurrying so that she could get there before classes ended as not to bump into Draco in the halls.

As she turned a corner in the empty corridors, she heard what sounded like the swish of a cloak. Slowing down, she tilted her head and listened. It had sounded like someone else was present but it was silent as she stood still and waited for more movement. Continuing slowly, she remained vigilant, knowing it was very likely that Draco had found an excuse to leave class and was following her.

She picked up the pace, moving down the long corridor swiftly and then, she heard the heavy footsteps behind her.

Letting out a vexed sigh, she turned around to address Draco and tell him to leave her alone but to her surprise, it wasn't him. 'Oh!' She stumbled as she saw Draco's friend, Gregory Goyle, coming up close behind her. His expression was mean and forbidding and something inside of Poppy told her to run but for some reason, she couldn't. After what she had done to him in the courtyard, she knew he was here to give her a piece of his mind.

'Can I help you?' she asked, firmly, as he walked closer to her, and then the breath was knocked out of her as Goyle shoved her against the wall. 'What are you doing?!'

'Think you're fucking funny, do you?' Goyle hissed, pressing her against the wall by her shoulders as he pushed his face close to hers. She could smell his foul breath on her and she squirmed under his hold.

Not wanting to infuriate him anymore and wanting to just encourage him to let her go, she stopped squirming and looked at him seriously. 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that to you, okay?'

'Too right you shouldn't have,' he muttered. 'You think because you're fucking Malfoy that you can get away with shit like that?'

Her mouth dropped open and she gulped nervously. 'He told you about that?'

Goyle smirked slowly and eerily. 'No...you just did.'

Poppy closed her eyes and nodded slowly. 'Goyle, I'm sorry I cast that spell on you and embarrassed you, okay? It won't happen again. Now please, just let go of me because classes are over in a minute and this corridor will be full of students and teachers.'

'There are still two minutes until classes are over,' Goyle said, letting go of her shoulder with one hand. 'We can get a lot done in two minutes.'

'Excuse me?' Poppy asked, her heart now pounding in her chest.

'You enjoy a Slytherin boy between your legs, don't you?' Goyle taunted, his palm now gliding down her side and stopping at her hip. 'How about it?'

'Are you fucking kidding me?' Poppy squeaked, and began wriggling her body to get his hand off her. 'Let go of me now, Goyle!'

'Why?' he asked, his brows furrowing. 'What does Malfoy have that I don't?'

'I'm serious, get your fucking hands off me!' she cried, her voice breathless and panicked as she tried to think if she was able to reach for her wand quickly.

'We all had our suspicions about you and Malfoy,' Goyle sniggered. 'We didn't actually think he would go there with a Gryffindor and certainly not Dumbledore's niece but it's clear that you really are the slut we all suspected you are.'