Top of Our Class (Malfoy x Reader)

Sixth Year

Warning: Blaise being a asshole. Again. (A/N: Chicks, listen up. My mum's a counselor, so I know what I am talking about here. If you are ever made to feel uncomfortable in any way, from a guy or a girl, tell someone. I don't care what threats they make. If you have to, run away. Call the police, whatever. Guys, same deal. If anyone is making you uncomfortable, go tell someone. Both guys and girls can be harassed or be a harasser. This is not a joke.) You have been warned (tbh, it's not that bad as far as writing goes, I've read worse).

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You were on the train, this year it was official, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was back. You hadn't spoken to Draco all summer, and for the first time in a while, he didn't appear in your compartment. As you sat working on a last-minute Runes translation, suddenly the door to your compartment slides open, and in walks none other than Blaise Zabini. You hadn't really gotten along since the incident but you still regained a mutual classmate relationship. 

You look up from your work, "Yes?" you say with unease, something wasn't right. 

Blaise says nothing as he pulls the door shut, and then walks over to you. 

You stand up; sliding our hand into your back pocket for your wand, then before you can even cast a spell he mutters, "Expelliarmus." 

Your wand flies out of your hands and into his. Blaise advances on you pulling you close to him and putting his hand on your waist, you can feel the tip of his wand pressing into your side, warning you not to try anything. No, please not again, you think. He forces you down on the seat, you comply, but only because you have no choice. He presses you up against the compartment window, and starts to unbutton your shirt. You writhe and twist, trying to get free, but he only presses you harder. 

"No Draco here to save you now, eh?" He laughs, sliding his thumbs under the waistband of your jeans, sending a shudder through your body. If there was nothing else you hated, it was being powerless to him. He is on top of you, sliding his hands up under your shirt, his thumbs just grazing the sides of your breasts. He leans closer and kisses you. It was nothing like when Draco had kissed you, this was forced and cruel. Zabini laughs as he runs his fingers across the material of your bra. "Black lace, my favorite." He kisses down your neck, his saliva warm against your skin. There was no passion, only a hungry lust. You're scared to death of what he was going to do to you, and tears fill your eyes. How could he do this? He slips the straps off your shoulders, and you squirm as his hands move down your body to the waistline of your jeans, licking the edge between your skin and underwear. He begins to slip your jeans off you inch by inch, his hands and tongue and fingertips roaming your legs as he went. You can't help it. You scream and Blaise hits you hard across the face. "Shut up, slut!" He snarls. In less than a minute the compartment door slams open and Draco storms in. He takes in the scene, Zabini pinning you to against the window, your half-dressed body heaving, and the tears in your eyes. 

"What do you think you're doing, Blaise?" Malfoy strides into your compartment and pulls Zabini off you. "I have half a mind to tell Snape about this!" He ignores you as you sit up and begin to pull your clothes back on, still shaking. Blaise glares at him. 

"You couldn't keep me away from her forever, Malfoy." "I didn't care when you were messing around with that Gryffindor slut and that Ravenclaw, but when you try to rape a Slytherin, you've gone too far. The Serpents are family. You mess with family and you will live to regret it." With that Blaise throws your wand at your feet with a glare, then turns and leaves. Malfoy follows him, without even a glance at you. 

You pick up your scattered Runes translations from the floor and resume your homework only to be interrupted ten minutes later by a second year Slytherin. "What do you want?" you snap at her, tired of being interrupted.