"Don't!" The backs of his fingers brush rough over the dark curls and soft flesh nestled between her thighs and she gasps and stiffens, trying to wrench her leg down from where he has it yanked up to his hip, trying to protect herself. Fighting at last. Malfoy fights her back – holds her still, cups her vulva firmly – "Stop!" she spits at him, clawing at his arms. He huffs a derisive sound and shoves her thighs apart with a knee, slapping her inner thigh with a force that stings and hurts, and then knocks her arms down, sliding one hand around her throat to pin her to the stone wall, leaving the other free. He uses that hand to grope at her crotch again, and she chokes against his the squeeze of his hand around her throat as he fumbles ineffectively against the invisible barrier of her knickers. There is a still sane part of her mind that knows he's just trying to make it look good to Theo, who she knows is watching from the shadows, but the rest of her is caught in panic.