The way that he grunted, the way that she was immobilized by the hundred pounds that he had over her, the way that he smelled like whiskey and body odor, Sabine would never forget this. She would feel sick to her stomach that this happened to her. That she was too stupid to defend herself. That she was too much of a whore not to notice when his advances turned lecherous. Sabine screamed as loud as she could, earning harsh slaps across her face from her attacker. He grunted into her ear,
“Not so loud, Lala, wouldn’t want anyone to ruin our good fun.” Tears ran down her face, silently begging for someone to stop him. To save her. To stop him.

She heard someone rushing towards them, the tears were blurring her vision but she was just happy that someone was going to save her. Then her attacker was tackled, she fell into the dirt. She was right in the dirt where she belonged like a whore. Sabine wiped her eyes, trying to make her shirt cover her black lace bra when she realized who her savoir was. Jasper. Of course. The man who she cared about more than anything in the world had to see her when she was at her lowest. If her age didn’t chase him away, now it would be even worse.

Sabine tried to get to her feet, but couldn’t. She couldn’t stop shaking long enough for her legs to support her. There was blood everywhere, out of her attacker, out of Jasper. When she saw the pig punch Jasper in the face, she cried out for him.
“Jasper! Stop please!” She wanted to leave. Wanted for Jasper to scoop her up in his arms and allow her to pretend for just a few hours that he would love her. That this wouldn’t be the last night with them together. H would indulge her for the night, just to make sure she was alright, but there would be no way he could look past this. There was no way he would look at her with the same look when his adrenaline stopped pumping and he realized that she had been raped.

Gathering her strength, Sabine jumped up, her dress in shambles but she couldn’t even care. She grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back with the little strength that she had,
“Please Jasper. You’re going to kill him!” She couldn’t lose Jasper to Azkaban. Not when she needed him so badly. She needed a few hours of him holding her, she needed to listen to his heart beat and commit it all to memory. She needed to remember the only man who would ever defend her, and remember everything about him. There was no way that Jasper could still care about her after all of this.

“Please Jasper. We need to go.” She pleaded with him, seeing the man who raped her slump down and remain completely still. There was blood everywhere and she needed to go away. Not to school, not home, just somewhere where she could clean off. Where she could kiss his bloody knuckles all better and try to forget that a complete stranger was inside of her.

Sabine felt sick seeing that rapist’s blood splattered over Jasper’s handsome features. She didn’t know how things got so out of hand. She was covered in bruises, her clothes were shreds, she wanted to throw up, but more than that she wanted to leave. She wanted to run away with Jasper and just let him take away all of the pain that she was feeling. Just hold her close and try to convince her that she didn’t deserve it. That she wasn’t just overreacting, and that she was actually just raped. She said no. She screamed it at the top of her lungs and had been slapped for it.

She took his hand, looking at the bleeding rapist and tried to keep the vomit from covering the alleyway. When Jasper searched for his wand, Sabine went to the rapist and placed a few kicks on his gut. She was crying from the pain between her legs and from everything that he did to her. All of the grunts that this was the happiest night of his life, all of the moans that she was even better than he heard. She wanted to kick him until the loop stopped playing in her head. She heard Jasper pick up his wand and she paused, knowing that she was a hypocrite for continuing when she begged Jasper to stop.

Returning to his side, Sabine wiped her eyes and tried to keep from falling into a million pieces no matter how much she wanted to. She wanted to just curl up in his arms and allow Jasper to make it all better. Be his for as long as he would have her. They had been idiots before, she could see that now. Even when that monster was inside of her, all she could think about was how badly she wanted to be with Jasper. She thought about how she wanted her dark haired Englishman to take away all of the pain from her life. She wanted Jasper. Him and only him.

She snuggled into his jacket and wrapped her arms around him, her heart fluttering when he insisted that he was going to take care of her. That was all she wanted. She thought that she was smart enough to take care of herself, that she was independent enough to get through her life without any man tying her down and she was wrong. She wouldn’t be trapped with Jasper, she would thrive with him. She would have the man who was always on her mind, and she would be happy with him. Indescribably happy with the Englishman.

Sabine barely noticed them leaving Merlin Court, all that mattered was that his arms were around her. He was holding her tight and she was safe now. The monster was in the alleyway covered in blood, and they were, she looked around and saw that they were in a bedroom. It felt warm and lived in, so probably not some hotel room. The framed photographs and clothes that she clearly remembered tearing off Jasper’s lean body a lifetime ago were in the opened closet, filling in the missing pieces that they were in his bedroom.

“Please don’t let me go.” She whispered against his chest. She needed to take a shower though, something to get his semen, slobber and scent off her fair skin. Sabine was sure she would need steel wool to get the feeling off her skin.
“Thank you, Jasper.” For everything. For her life, for his help, for their friendship, for everything, Jasper was always a huge part of her life, she had just finally seen how much he meant to her when he saved her life.

Sabine held him close; she wanted to stay in his arms forever. Inside of his arms feeling as safe as possible, when he made sure that she was away from the horrible situation. As long as she was with Jasper, she knew that she was cared for. She was away from the situation, she was free from the monster who wanted to hurt her and she would always be grateful for Jasper for helping her.

She wrapped her arms around him tighter when he agreed that he would let her go,
“Thank you, Jasper.” She nuzzled into his neck, taking in the familiar scent that she loved so much. All of the times when he would hold her close, when he would hold her close until the world could have fallen apart and it was just them tangled together. Sabine could tell Jasper anything and know that it would stay with him. When they curled up together, she wanted to be with him over anyone in the world. Jasper was the only one who could keep up with her, the only one who she could trust.
“Even if you don’t want to be with me anymore, even if I disgust you after seeing that, I just need you for tonight. You can walk away from me tomorrow and never look at me again, I’ll understand. For tonight, I just need you to love me more than anyone else.” She wanted to be better than any of his old hags; she wanted to be more important than his precious Minister’s wife. For just the next twelve hours, she wanted him to look at her like she was the most important person ever.

She shook her head no when he asked if she wanted to report it,
“If I report it, he can tell everyone that I’m a stripper. I can’t have my family finding out about that.” She knew that she would probably be quitting her job. There was no way that she would be able to go back to the club she worked at, be able to look at her patrons and potentially see that man’s face staring back at her.
“I want to take a bath with you. I want his blood off your hands, his cum off of me.” If she got pregnant from the encounter, she would have no problem with aborting.

The few times she thought about having a child, the child was always the loving child of herself and Jasper. She would think about when Jasper would find out about the baby, he would kiss her excited and spin her around. When she went into labor and brought their child into the world. How happy they would both be, Jasper holding her and her holding their son. If that pervert’s tainted seed managed to bring a life into her body, she would have no problem with removing it.

She looked at him, hearing nothing but absolute honesty in his words. She should have known that Jasper was the one for her. That no amount of freedom would ever compare to what they had when they were together. He made her feel more: love, safety, patience, and dedication in their brief encounters together than anyone else ever could. More than her friends who she spent time with and occasionally sucked off, more than her sister who she would do anything for. Jasper was the one person she was born to be with, and they were idiots if they thought that anyone else would be able to make them happier.
“Then I’m yours, for as long as you’ll have me.” She nuzzled into his chest, allowing the weight of her words hang in the air between them. She wanted to be with him, and Sabine was notorious for always getting everything that she wanted.

“I need you to do one more thing for me. Go into my phone and find a contact named Philippe, that’s my boss. Quit for me?” She looked up at him, hoping that he would agree to do this final favor for her. She knew that if she tried to on her own, he would guilt her, threaten her, or bribe her to stay. She wanted to get as far away from anywhere that The Man could find her. She would drop out of Beauxbatons right now if she could. Stay as far away from France as possible, curl up in Jasper’s arms and never let anyone hurt her ever again.

She grinned when he stumbled over some words, she did love when he spoke French to her, she loved it more when he messed it up. Sabine walked with him to the bathroom, watching him fix the bath until it looked impossibly perfect to slip into. She already felt relaxed from the smell of lavender wafting through the air. If she had been found by anyone else in her life, they probably would have placed her into a bed in the Rising Phoenix; she would have slept alone and cried herself to sleep. Sabine sat down on the edge of the bed and watched him move across the room with silence and reason.
“You need to work on your French, my love.”

She could feel her heart beat faster when he started to take off his shirt. She never realized that taking a bath with him would mean that they would both be naked. She trusted Jasper not to try to touch her, but she understood that it was asking a lot of him not to at least have a physical reaction to her.
“Can our underwear stay on?” She asked, biting on her lower lip. She would be alright with his bare chest, knowing that she would find more comfort if she was able to snuggle against him.

Sabine stood up and wiggled out of her torn dress, exposing the already purple bruises on her pale thighs from when he forced her legs open. Her face was sore from his numerous hits, and she had a feeling that she was going to look worse as the night progressed. She stepped out of the dress and slid off her shoes, smiling at little as Jasper.
“Thank you, for all of this, I really don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t save me.”

She slid into the warm water and closed her eyes, waiting for him to join her.

Sabine ran her hands over him, his muscles and taut skin must have made hundreds of women swoon. The women who he would leave her bed to be with, and the women who he brought to the same edge of passion that he did to her. Instead of dwelling on it, or even doing something as silly as discussing her blossoming feelings for him, she slept with someone else. She would find another man and pretend that he was all hers for just a few moments. Then right when it was over, the realization that she wasn't with Jasper made her sick. With every man she slept with in an attempt to replace Jasper, she hated herself more.

Not that she would ever let the bitches who talked about her behind her back know that. She was the pinnecal of confidence and grace, not many girls could walk out of a bedroom housing six men who all deposited themselves inside of her with as much careless don't give a fuck as Sabine could. She knew that for a fact. When she was with Jasper, he just held her close and none of it mattered.

She skimmed her hands over the pink water and smiled softly when Jasper started to wash over her fair skin. Anything to get that man's finger prints off her skin, his saliva off her neck and his seed from her body.

"Thank you for looking for me, mon amour." She snuggled into his arms as close as she could, grateful that they were able to keep things gentle. She would have to relearn how to be around people, how to be with a platonic friend and never become anything else with them. Why would she bother being with someone else when Jasper was being so wonderful to her.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do now."