May Death Do Us Part | RB ✔︎

FIVE ☆ BLACK

WARNING: this chapter contains explicit scenes including drugging and attempted sexual assault.

I knew showing up to the party wasn't a good idea after all. But, Theo and Mattheo have already spotted me. It's too late to turn back now.

Music rattles the floors, the bass vibrates my lungs and has my head pounding. Heavy guitar plays through the speakers, sweaty bodies jumping around the room.

But my eyes are caught on one person. An emerald green dress hugs her curves, plunging between her breasts and long sleeves clinging to her arms. The back of the dress is almost completely open, fabric covering the curve of her ass. Her long hair reaches to her mid back and silver heels adorn her feet.

She's following someone around, someone with a hooded figure. He slips something into her drink while she's laughing at Theo's horrible dancing on the dance floor. And then she picks it up and tosses it back, smiling with the guy she's talking to.

I can feel my anger rising in my chest but I have no right to act. She's not my girlfriend. She's not my friend.

Who knows? Maybe this person is in a relationship with her and they're into some kinky things.

I shouldn't act.

But I can't help the way my fist tightens in anger as I knock back the shot of tequila I'd poured. Mona dances with the man and I can feel my gut sinking. I toss back another shot, hoping to ease the nerves in my stomach and finding that I can't. I stop at my third, seeing Mona growing wobbly on her feet.

The boy she dances with slings an arm around her waist, guiding her towards the portrait.

I act before I can think, stepping in front of him and crossing my arms. "What do you think you're doing?"

He's a sixth year Ravenclaw, one I'd seen before but I don't know his name. He gestures to Mona beside him, who can barely keep her eyes open.

"Her, if you'd move." He retorts with annoyance, holding her tight to his hip.

"Bubble." Mona says drunkenly, her words slurring as she reaches a hand out to me.

"You slipped something in her drink." I say, rubbing my chin, flicking my eyes over to her nervously.

"So?" He mutters, cheeks tinting red at the embarrassment of being caught. "Help a brother out, Black."

I shake my head. "She's not leaving with you, you intolerant sleaze."

He huffs. "If she didn't want to, she could say no."

"Is that so?" I question. "Right now, I doubt she even knows her name. Leave, or you won't like where this conversation is going."

He scoffs, about to say something when a fist collides with his nose. Pain radiates up my hand and Mona falls flat on her butt, her legs outstretched.

Oh.

It was my fist.

I straddle his ribs, delivering blow after blow to his face, unable to stop myself even after my hand is coated in bright red blood. Mattheo's arms wrap under mine, hauling me off of the Ravenclaw who's face is pummeled beyond recognition.

When did the music stop?

I grimace, my knuckles split and blood crusting in the crevices of my silver rings. I yank my arms out of Mattheo's grasp.

"Party's over." I state lowly, Theo frowning in response. "Get the fuck out!"

The common room clears, leaving the Slytherins to do their business, some heading back to their dorms while others linger to watch me and check on Mona.