you were mine

eighteen - prick

I'm walking with Snape to Dumbledore's office after being pulled out of my class. He told me it was a serious matter and not to question him but I him but I have a feeling it might be about the incident from three days ago. 

"Ah, Ms. Fawn, please take a seat. Thank you, professor." Dumbledore nods as we walk in and Snape walks back out. I notice Marcus sitting in the chair in front of Dumbledore's desk. I can't see his face yet but I have a feeling it's not going to be pretty from what I saw of Draco the other night. 

He stayed with me the entire night, waiting for me to fall asleep. I didn't know how to thank him, but I didn't have to because he left before I woke up the next day and I haven't seen him since. Theo has been avoiding me, which is understandable because I still feel like I could murder him the second I see him. However, I feel as though he should be here for me, you know? Being my 'boyfriend' and all? 

I sit down in the seat beside Marcus, scooting over some before turning my head. I let out a gasp as I see his entire face has turned purple. Both of his eyes are swollen and his lips are too. His cheek has a large cut on it and I think I see blood still on his face. He glares at me even with his eyes almost swollen shut. 

"Annabelle, I'm sure you know what this is about. Your friend, Draco, assaulted Marcus and I've spoken to him also. He said to talk to you about it and I'm sure there is a valid reason for why you have gotten your friend to do this to a former student." Dumbledore glances from me to Marcus. I can't believe this. I'm not the reason for this. Marcus is. 

I look at Marcus and his jaw is clenched, waiting for me to say something but also trying to scare me into not saying anything. 

"He touched me. I was reading on the lawn, by the tree outside of Herbology, and he sat beside me and he put his hand on my thigh. I told him to stop and he pushed it higher. When I tried to leave he held me down and told me that I should learn what it was like to be with an 'older man' with 'experience'. I started crying and he kissed my cheek before slipping his hand into my underwear. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak other than to tell him to stop. I looked around for someone that could help me but no one was around so I grabbed my wand and stunned him. Once he was off of me I ran to the Slytherin common room where Draco was sitting. He asked me what happened and after at least fifteen minutes of trying to catch my breath and stop crying, I explained what happened. Draco ran out, I didn't know where he was going but even if I did I couldn't have stopped him. Draco was only defending me so if he gets in any trouble it's not his fault. If anything, it's Marcus's fault." I let out a breath after explaining and trying to keep the tears from spilling out of my eyes. My hands are shaking so I tuck them under my legs as I keep my eyes on Dumbledore and not on Marcus beside me. 

Dumbledore looks at me, face full of concern, and then at Marcus. "I don't think any words from you are needed here, Mr. Flint. Thank you, Annabelle, and on behalf of Hogwarts, I apologize. If there is me or any of my staff can do for you, let anyone know. We are all here for you and I promise, authorities will be notified and you will never have to speak of this again. Continue your day, I will excuse you from further classes."  

I nod, trying to hold my smile in at the feeling of triumph, "Thank you." I stand up and fix my skirt before walking out. Once I'm out of the door I let out a sigh of relief and smile. There's no way this just happened. I never thought anything would be done about it. I assumed Marcus would run off somewhere, especially looking like that. Never did I think that I would get the chance to explain it and get Marcus sent away. 

"Annabelle, are you alright? You look--happy?" Astoria laughs as she sees me in the hallways. I explained everything that happened to her yesterday and she sobbed for me. We both never thought anything would happen to Marcus. 

"I just spoke to Dumbledore. Marcus is going away and he believed me and Draco totally bloodied his face up. He looks like an oaf and--" suddenly I'm sobbing as she wraps her arms around me. The overwhelming feeling of triumph but still feeling disgusting because of what happened kills me. Also knowing that other people will never get this justice, my mother never got this justice but I did? What makes me deserve it more than any of the other million victims in the world? 

"Shh, Annabelle, you're okay. It's going to be over soon and you'll never have to see him again." Astoria assures me and I shake my head, "I'm okay. I just--" I stop and let out a breath as I look up at her, "I have to break up with Theo." 

She backs up and laughs, "What? Where did that come from?" 

"I had been blaming myself ever since he said it could have been my fault but it's not my fault. And he had the audacity to say it was, even after watching me panic when I walked into the common room. He's yelled at me, he's made me basically stop talking to my best friend, and then he blamed Marcus touching me on myself. He's a narcissistic, stuck-up, prick." I sigh and she smiles, "So you're going to break up with him?" 

I let out a breath, my shoulders deflating as I shake my head, "I can't. He was also my best friend. I can't lose everything I had with him, Astoria." I run my hand through my hair and Astoria sighs, "I'm so sorry, Annabelle." she says as she wraps her arms around me again.