Jessica's POV ✨

I walked into the great hall with Fred and George before being told to go to opposite sides of the room. All the girls on one side, and all the boys on the other. I looked over at the twins who just shrugged, probably just as clueless as I am.

"The Yule Ball has been a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament taking place on Christmas Eve. It'll be a night where you can show your true manners and respect to our visiting schools. This means, that I will not stand for any of you to behave like a babbling, bubbling, band of baboons!" Professor Mconnogal exclaimed, I looked across the room at the twins and they were whispering to each other. Most likely about Mconnogals comment.

"So, it is almost, like a dance." This caused many mixed reactions from the students around the room. I leaned over to Ginny and Hermione and whispered "Time for us to let our hair down"

I must of missed something since I was talking to Hermione and Ginny because all of a sudden Filch started playing music on the large rusty looking speaker and Mconnogal dragging Ron up from where he was sitting. This should be interesting.

"Put your hand, on my waist." The Professor said, looking at the extremely embarrassed Weasley. "Where?" Ron quickly glanced at Harry who just smirked back at him. "My ." She repeated.

Ron then placed his hand on the Professors waist earning a few 'ays' and a wolf whistle from the twins.

The two of them then began dancing to the music, with Mconnogal counting the steps and Ron looking as red as a tomato. I sniggered as I looked over to Fred and George who were mimicking the dancing, seeming to have the time of their life.

"Everyone to your feet!" Professor Mconnogal exclaimed, still dancing with Ron. All the girls immediately stood up and began creeping to the boys who just sat in their seats, not wanting to move.

I was playing with my fingers, too nervous to go up myself when a tall figure stood in front of me. I looked up to see Patrick standing with his hand out. "Dance with me."

I felt like my lungs were caving in. "No, no no no no. Not you." I whispered, slowly standing up and trying to back away. But I wasn't quick enough.

Patrick held firmly onto my wrist and pulled me to where some people were already dancing. I couldn't see Fred due to all the students swarmed round the boys side of the room. Fred please come quick. Get me away from this toxic person.

I gasped as Patrick groped my bum cheek, I tried to break free but he had a firm grip on my hand causing me to wince. He then pulled me flat against him and once again groped my cheek.

"What the fuck are you doing to her!" Ginny yelled a few metres away at Patrick, causing everyone to look at us. I felt tears rolling down my face as I looked at Ginny and mouthed thank you, before running out the room and down the corridors.

Fred's POV ✨

I finally got through the swarm of students and looked over when I heard my sister yelling.

"What the fuck are you doing to her!"

The next thing I saw was Jess running out the room with tears streaming down her face and Patrick smirking before following after her. "Oh shit I better go Georgie." I said to my twin before running behind Patrick, making sure he didn't notice me.

I was following not to far behind him when he suddenly stopped at the top of the massive flight of stairs next to Jess who stood there in shock, not knowing that Patrick had followed her.

"Don't hurt me,"

My heart shattered at her defenceless voice trembling as Patrick stood with a devilish smirk on his face. That's it I've had enough, I can't stand seeing Jess like this.

I revealed myself from round the corner where I was hiding and ran towards Patrick.

"Freddie! Don't come any closer or he will-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Patrick grabbed her shoulders and flung her down the stairs.

"I'll be off now." He smirked before briskly walking away.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" I ran down to the bottom of the stairs where Jess lay unresponsive. It was just like the quidditch World Cup all over again. I burst into tears as a lifted up her limp body and ran as fast as I could to the hospital wing.

As soon as I arrived, I lay her on one of the beds and sunk to my knees next to her. "HELP, MADAME POMFREY!" I practically screamed through my tears. What if she had hit her head really hard? What if she... doesn't wake up and it's all my fault for not being there quick enough.

"What happened?" Madame Pomfrey rushed over in pure panic. "She was thrown down a flight of stairs by Patrick Jones." I said, managing to calm down a bit. She shook her head in anger as I told her what Patrick did.

"Well it seems she was hit hard on the head. Her breathing is extremely shallow and I am not sure what the outcome of this may be. I don't mean to scare you Mr Weasley, but I'm just warning you."

I sat on the seat next to Jess's bed and held her hand, crying my eyes out, hoping she will be ok.

As I looked closer at her hand, I noticed red and blue marks all over her wrist area. They must've been from Patrick earlier since she didn't have those bruises this morning.

"My love, you don't deserve this, you deserve all the happiness and care in the world. I'm sorry I didn't do anything in time, I'm sorry for not dancing with you because I was stuck behind all those people." I lifted my free hand that wasn't holding hers and stroked her hair.

I sat with her for hours just hoping she would wake up.

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