"You remember putting your cup down?"
Harry blinked.
"And after... you picked it back up?"
"Yeah? Did I take the wrong cup?"
"No... it was yours. I-I... I didn't really... I didn't think... I wasn't sure what I saw, and I was too... scared to say anything... without proof."
"Malfoy, I said that I'd believe you."
"I meant at the party. I should have come over sooner, but you downed the cup the second you grabbed it. You remember that? So, I just watched you to see if anything happened... and you changed really quick. I knew that was the only drink you had, so when you began dancing and swaying drunkenly. I knew something was wrong."
Malfoy looked at the floor. "I was heading over when two guys started... um... dancing with you... touching you."
Harry's mouth dropped. "I-I remember... hands...."
Malfoy nodded. "One was in front of you, kissing you... and the other... just came up behind you and touched you all over... in-including your..." he trailed off and just gestured to his crotch.
Harry went red, and shame ran through him.
"Sorry... it got worse. They... kept doing it in front of the crowd. They were... cheering it on. They put you down on your knees, and well... they asked the crowd if they wanted to see you... blow them."
Malfoy was as red as he was. Harry didn't know what to say.
"I'm pretty sure that you... were going to do it. I had to stop it. I set off a few firecracker charms, and the crowd backed away. I wanted so badly to curse their pricks off... but my probation restrictions are stringent. I just socked them, might have Silenced them and left them... stuck in compromising positions. Then I brought you here."
"Fucking hell...."
"And it doesn't end there."
Harry looked at him uncertainly.
"You were... smashed and... well... horny... I think. You tried to convince me to... well... do things. I didn't accept it, to be clear, and gave you a small amount of Regurgitating Potion. I think it helped getting it out and I got you to bed."
"Holy Merlin... Malfoy... I'm sorry. Did I... what did I...?"
Malfoy pulled back the collar of his shirt to reveal a noticeable hickey. Harry looked away, embarrassed.
"Fuck... I'm sorry. I...."
"Don't... I'm fine. You didn't do anything else and weren't yourself."
"Still... but what happened? I believe you... I just don't understand," Harry explained.
"They spiked your drink with a potion or muggle drug. Something that made you drunker, compliant, and take your memory away."
Harry looked at him in horror. "They... poisoned me?"
Malfoy nodded. "I'm sorry, Harry."
Harry looked at him in shock. He called him Harry. But the reality sunk in... he had been almost... raped. Someone... well, two people wanted to do that in front of everyone. He lowered his head and tried to keep the tears out of his eyes but failed.
"Who?"
Malfoy's lip curled when he spat out, "Smith and McLaggen."
"Those fuckers... I just told them off right before... shit. They almost...."
"Yeah... again, I'm sorry I didn't get there faster... people wouldn't let me pass."
"Don't say you're sorry. You... you saved me, Malfoy," Harry said, meeting his eyes. "Thank you."