Tw:
Mentions of abuse
Descriptions of rape
Mentions of suicide
(Aurelia's Pov)
"Johnny please! If you stop now I swear I won't tell anyone."
I tried moving my hands, but he had my wrists pinned.
Suddenly I felt my hair being gently tugged.
I tried sitting up, but couldn't.
"Aurelia."
The voice was soft, but I didn't know who it belonged to. It's in my head.
I pushed Johnny, and felt him press his body against mine.
Then I felt him touch my hair.
But his hands still had mine pinned.
Then who was touching my-
"I've got you."
I touched the back of my head, and felt a hand.
But Johnnys hands weren't-
Draco.
Oh god this isn't-
The memory blurred, and I was face to face with Draco.
"Are you back?" He said.
"Y-yeah."
"Thank Merlin."
Draco let my face go, and I stared blankly at him. I felt my heart race again.
"D-Draco it's gonna happen. He went back to stroking my hair, and I heard Johnnys voice.
"Draco I'm scared."
Draco grabbed me again. My face felt tiny in his hands, in fact one of his hands practically covered my entire face. I closed my eyes, and let my weight rest against his palms.
"I promise I won't let you fall into the memory. Do you understand me?"
Draco's voice was stern. Every time I've fallen into a memory Draco's been soft.
But that stern tone made me believe the words he said. He's not gonna let me fall into it again.
"O-okay."
Suddenly I felt my wrists being grabbed.
Johnnys coming back.
"He's grabbing me again!" I cried.
Draco's grip tightened on my face.
"He's not. I won't let this happen. Aurelia focus on my face. Look at my eyes, nose, mouth.
It's not him, it's me." Said Draco.
He pressed his forehead against mine, and I whimpered.
"You're a genius!" Said Hermione.
She sat next to Draco and tapped me.
"Aurelia what colour is the couch?"
"Huh?"
"Just answer." Said Hermione.
"Green." I said.
"What colour is the table?"
"Brown."
"List everyone in this room left to right."
Said Hermione.
"Mattheo, Enzo, Theo, Ginny, you, Draco."
"The fuck you doing?" Said Draco.
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