TW: Themes of sexual assault and rape.

A/N: What, two chapters in one week? Is this what productivity feels like?? But yeah, I felt like I needed to get this chapter out there and hopefully it doesn't anger anyone ;))

I had just come inside from the hot tub and I shut the door behind me, stopping the frozen air from flowing in.

I grabbed a warm towel from a stack and wrapped it around myself, heading towards the kitchen. I was in the mood for some hot cocoa, and when I wanted hot cocoa not even Jesus himself could stop me.

It was when I opened the cabinet that I encountered the first challenge on my journey to chocolatey bliss: The top shelf.

However, I was determined. Although I was sure that it would be a long and treacherous battle, I would either come out victorious or die trying.

However, before I could begin climbing the counter, I smelled the scent of something forest-y with a hint of chlorine from the pool.

A muscled arm reached over me, grabbing the jar of cocoa and I felt a hard chest against my back. I turned around and met a pair of hazel eyes.

"You're back soon, Jack." I said casually, plucking the cocoa from his hand and placing it on the table.

He put his arms on either side of me, caging me in.

"Well, I was intrigued by your answer to that last question."

I laughed uncomfortably, "You and everyone else."

He moved close enough to me that we were touching, and he brought his face closer to mine. He had a predatory look in his eyes that made me press farther into the marble counter in an effort to get away.

I usually feel chills when I'm close to him or any of the other boys, but something was different this time. Rather than chills of excitement, the goosebumps on my arms were from the hair standing up on the back of my neck.

They say that getting goosebumps are a symptom of left over survival instincts, because they make your hair stand up and make you look bigger in situations of danger.

Well, in this case, I knew goosebumps alone wouldn't save me.

"I want you, Y/N. I've wanted you ever since I saw you on that quidditch pitch. And when I want something, I get it."

He leaned in and began kissing the side of my neck. Normally, I would have blushed or giggled, but this was something entirely different.

"Jack," I whispered, "Jack, get off of me."

He moved down to my collarbone and began biting the skin where my neck meets my shoulder.

"Ow, Jack that hurts. Jack!"

He didn't listen, moving his hands to pin my arms to my side so I wouldn't be able to push him away.

He held both of my wrists with one hand and started sliding my bikini straps off my shoulder.

"Seeing you in this was the last straw. You can't just wear something like this and expect me to not do anything."

I wrenched my hands free and shoved him away with all my strength.

"Yes I can! It's a fucking bathing suit, you psycho."

Jack laughed and tried to move closer.

"You don't mean that. You want me, I can tell. Every girl wants me, why would you be any different?"

I put a hand on his chest, stopping him from getting closer.

"I don't care about other girls, Jack. I'm saying that I don't want to fuck you right now, and you need to respect that."

He gave the same smirk that used to make my heart flutter. All it did now was fill me with repulsion.

"You're just saying that. I know you want me, and I know you want this. You're practically asking for it with that goddamn bikini."

He grabbed my waist and spun me around, slamming me against the wall.

"It's a fucking two piece! That's what people wear to go swimming, not everything I do is for someone else you soggy roll of toilet paper!" I yelled, but he ignored me and pressed his lips against mine to muffle me.

I twisted and struggled, but he was too strong and had an iron grip on me, grabbing my wrists and forcing them over my head to pin to the wall. He shoved a knee between my legs to hold my body in place.

I felt my eyes begin to well up with tears, and my chest ached. I'd genuinely thought Jack was one of the good guys. I wouldn't have had to deal with this if I'd looked how I had last year, back when no one noticed me.

All of the sudden, I felt him being ripped off of me, and I opened my eyes to see Harry holding Jack's shirt while Draco and Ron punched him. Cedric and the twins held me up when my knees collapsed and asked me if I was okay, swarming me with questions.

I was okay. My boys were here, and I was okay.

I stood up and went over to put an arm on Draco's arm, assuring him that I was okay.

At this point, Jack had a bloody nose and two black eyes and was lying on the floor, looking far worse for wear.

I stretched out a hand to him, giving him a sweet and compassionate smile. He hesitated, but then grabbed it, a cocky smirk spreading over his face once more.

I drew him close to me and put a hand on his cheek, caressing his face gently, my expression exuding the utmost compassion and empathy.

I then brought my knee up with as much force as I could muster, driving it straight into his crotch.

I heard a whimper come from his mouth before he dropped to the ground, clutching his not-so-crown-jewels.

I gave him a couple minutes to recover before dragging him out the door and pushing him outside.

"You can leave now, just apparate back to the castle. And please, never talk to me again."

Even looking like shit, he still managed an arrogant smirk.

"You'll come crawling back to me. If there's anything the orphanage taught me, it's that if you want something you have to fight for it. And you best believe I'm gonna fight to get you back."

I rolled my eyes. "I have to want to come back for you to get me back, asshole. Now please - and I truly mean this, from the very rock bottom of my heart - go fuck a cactus."

With that, he spun on his heel and disappeared.

I went back inside and groaned inwardly, knowing I'd have to explain all this to the boys, who I was sure would never let me speak to another person of the male gender again.

I sat down on the couch with a soft blanket on me and the boys and Hermione circled around me and explained what had happened in full.

I had to physically restrain Fred and George multiple times from trying to apparate so they could beat him up again.

"So yeah, that's what happened," I shrugged, "And I have to say, I'm really disappointed. I'd gotten such a good feeling from him up until this point. I guess it's true that you can never really trust someone until they reveal their true colors, huh?" I smiled weakly.

"You can trust us, Y/n." Harry reassured.

"Yeah, trust us to kick anyone's ass that tries to hurt you again." Cedric growled.

"Aww, you guys." I put my arms around them and drew them in for an attempted group hug, with proved difficult since I only had two arms and there were 8 of us.

I suddenly remembered something and frowned in outrage. "The worst part is, I never even got my hot cocoa cause of that douche nozzle."

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I felt safer having them around, and I was so glad it hadn't gotten to the point where I'd gone somewhere with Jack one on one, because Satan knows what would have happened.

We ended up watching a movie together (To help me "recuperate" as Ron insisted), and I fell asleep surrounded by a group of people I knew truly cared for me.

A/N: So again, a slightly shorter chapter than usual, but it was an important scene. I love reading your guys' comments and I want to reply to all of them but then I tell myself not to because it'd make me look unprofessional, but I literally read all of them and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy so thanks :)))