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Predator Pucey

As I walked out of class with Pucey I told him to meet me in the library after dinner. He gave me a wink thinking I was insinuating something else. I just rolled my eyes at him.

"What was that about?" A familiar voice asked behind me. Draco.

"Nothing. Apparently you're too busy doing Merlin knows what, so now I'm stuck with Pucey as my tutor," I replied to him and continued walking to my next class.

"Pucey? I'll have to have a talk with Sn-" He started.

"No, you don't. It's none of your concern."

"Do you know how many," he looked around and lowered his voice, "sexual assault allegations he has?"

"I do. But I'm capable of handling myself. Plus, what if I want him to touch me?" I smirked at him as his face contorted in disgust.

"Whatever, once a slut always a slut. Spreading your legs for anyone who crosses your path," He spat at me, venom lacing his words. I could feel my smirk fall and tears well up in my eyes.

I took a deep breath and walked away from him. His words shouldn't affect me, because I know they're not true, but they still do. How he switched from worried to ruthless in a blink of an eye was a mystery to me.

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After dinner I started towards the library. My palms were sweaty as I approached the entrance. Maybe I should have listened to Draco. Too late now, I guess.

Pucey was sitting at the table in the very back of the room, hidden behind book shelves. I had to search for him until I found him. I sat down in the seat next to him and placed my books onto the table.

"So I was thinking we could st-" I began to say.

"You actually wanted to meet in the library to study?" He questioned me.

"Um, I mean, yeah. What else would we do in a library?"

"I don't know. Whatever two horny teenagers do alone," He said in a suggestive tone, placing his hand on my thigh.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not into you."

"Come on. Have a little fun."

"No, seriously. I'm okay."

"Let me make you feel good," He whispered in my ear, then kissed my neck as his hand traveled farther up my thigh, under my skirt.

I quickly jumped away from him, my whole body trembling. "I have to go." For the second time today tears threatened to fall down my cheeks. I turned around about to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his chest.

"Stop. Please," I begged him as he pushed me against a bookshelf and pinned me to it.

"Now, now. Just let me take care of you. Petrificus Totalus." He voiced after taking out his wand, freezing me completely.

It went by so slow, minutes felt like hours as he switched from painfully fingering me to thrusting inside me. It never felt like this, like I was splitting in half. Maybe it's because I don't want this and I'm dry.

When he was finally done he finished inside me. He kissed my neck, released the spell, and left. I stayed and cried for a while after cleaning myself up. I felt used and disgusting, like the slut Draco called me. Eventually, I made my way out of the library.

I kept my head down as I speed walked down the empty hallways. I suddenly bumped into a solid figure. I fell onto the floor, my bottom landing on the stone ground. "Ow," I complained and looked up at who I knocked into. Fuck my life. Of course it's Draco.

"Oh, Draco.  What are you doing up there?" I tried to play it off cool, wiping tears from face.

"What are you doing down there, crying?"

I pushed myself off the ground, flattening out my skirt. "Crying? You must be mistaken."

"Tell me the truth, Lia," Draco commanded, taking a step closer towards me.

"I was just in the library, reading. A sad book."

"Is that so?"

"I have to go," I told him in a rush. If I stayed any longer with him, I would break down crying in his arms. I started running, as fast as I could. Draco followed shortly behind me. When I finally made it past the common room and into my dorm, I collapsed onto my bed.

I'm so out of breath I don't even bother telling Draco to leave as he closes my door behind him. "What the fuck was that about, huh?" He questions me.

"Pucey happened. Bye!" I waved him off.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"He rap- he tried to touch me," I lied.

"I would like to say I didn't tell you so, but I did."

"I would also like to say you didn't call me a slut and tell me I would open my legs for anyone, but you did."

"I didn't mean that."

"It kind of sounded like you did, you can leave now."

"I wish you could kno- I- never mind. Good night, Lia." And just like that he walked out on me, leaving me traumatized and alone.