Iris Black struggled her whole life to put up a strong front for her sisters. Their parents and older sister had always been a lot meaner to Iris than Andromeda and Narcissa and as the years went by, the toll it took on her only grew. Iris' only esc...
Heads up: the OC is bisexual. She'll snog and shag a girl, as well as flirt with one, but her preference is definitely guys.
TW: r@pe
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Iris made it through her first four lessons without a problem, only being talked down to for flirting with the female professors. She was now headed to the Hospital Wing, having to spend an entire lesson learning about how to be a nurse, since her parents had signed her up for it and that is what they wanted her to become when she left Hogwarts.
As Iris was making her way towards the Hospital Wing, she couldn't help but realize how much of her life her parents were controlling and she hated it. They were stricter on her than any of her siblings, even down to things such as their future jobs.
Iris' parents had chosen her classes, the people she was allowed to be friends with, the job she was to have, and too many other things to count. Sometimes she was jealous of her sisters. Bellatrix was allowed to do anything she wanted, and got away with some of the worst things. Andromeda didn't have a single thing planned out for her, just a few small guidelines. With Narcissa, the only thing set in stone for her was that she would eventually marry Lucius Malfoy. The two of them were allowed to shag or date anyone they wanted up until they left Hogwarts, becoming loyal to one another from that point on. And while he was a terrible person, sometimes Iris couldn't help but wish her and one of her sisters could swap places.
Iris quickly shook her head, clearing the thought from her mind. No, that's wrong. You don't get to pin the consequences for your actions on anyone, let alone your siblings.
She took a deep breath as she approached the large doors, pushing them open to reveal an almost deserted Hospital Wing. Forcing a smile on her face, Iris called out into the room.
"Pom-Pom! I'm back, did you miss me?"
"Miss Black, what have I said about you calling me that?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she entered the room.
"You said not to. But I replied by saying 'well, you're just going to have to get used to it, because even if you gave me a detention I wouldn't stop.' And I told you to call me Iris," the girl said with a wink before pulling out her wand and using it to make the few unmade beds, probably from people who did things such as twist their ankle getting off of the train. It happened more than one would think.
As Iris worked on doing numerous things around the Wing for Madam Pomfrey, her mind took her back to one of her favorite memories.
Iris and Grace were lying in the grass by the Black Lake, staring at the clouds as they moved above their heads, a comfortable silence between the two fourth years.
"Have you had your first kiss yet?" Grace blurted out before she could stop herself.
"No, why?" Iris asked, the puzzled girl turning to face her best friend.
"Would you want to? The-the two of us? So we know what it's like and if the other is a good kisser or not?" Grace mumbled the last bit, nervously a hand on the back of her neck.
"Yeah," Iris smiled, her answer surprising Grace. Iris sat up and moved closer to her friend. "I'd much rather my first kiss be with you, someone I trust, rather than some icky boy."
The other fourteen year old chuckled at her friends response, wondering how she still seemed so innocent and childlike, even at the age of fourteen and with the miserable home life that she still doesn't know about.
Iris moved closer, placing her hand on the side of Grace's face before pressing their lips together, Grace burying her hand in Iris' hair.
That day was the day that Iris realized that she liked both genders, and the day that Grace realized she was in love with one of the Black triplets, just not Iris.
Iris smiled at the memory, finishing up the things Pomfrey gave her to do. Putting up her supplies, she turned to the older woman and waved as she left. "See you Wednesday, Pom-Pom. Don't miss me too much!"
As Iris walked to her Transfigurations class, she tried to work out the rest of her day. 'So next is class with Minnie, then dinner, then later tonight I have prefect duties.'
While Iris was stuck in her thoughts, a pale hand roughly grabbed her by the arm, pulling her into a dark broom closet. Her eyes widened, fear building in her chest as she heard a voice muttering a locking spell. The light turned on and she found that the person that grabbed her was Lucius Malfoy.
"Malfoy? W-what are you doing?" Iris asked, her voice shaking as she spoke.
TW
Malfoy placed a finger over his lips, making a 'shh' noise, as he walked the short distance it took to reach her where she was trapped in the corner of the small closet. He reached up and began to pull her robes off her shoulders, causing her to jerk away in fear.
"What are you doing?" She asked again, sounds a little more confident this time.
Malfoy pinned her to the wall, placing a hand over her mouth, lowering his head to her ear. "Im sure you know exactly what I'm doing, sweetheart. And if you know what's good for you, you'll shut up. M'kay?"
Iris nodded and he removed his hand from her mouth, trailing it down her neck starting to pull her robe off once more. Iris opened her mouth to scream, but his hand was covering before she could make a sound.
"What did I say?" Lucius hissed. He looked around for a moment before his eyes landed on a roll of duct tape and he quickly grabbed it, tearing a piece off and covering her mouth. She struggled, trying to move her head away, her efforts worthless. (gif)
Keeping Iris pinned to the wall, he pulled his wand out of his robe, pointing it towards the door. "Muffliato." Malfoy shed himself of his robe, dropping it to the ground. "Handy little spell that is. Learned it from Snape."
Tears had started to pool in Iris' eyes, her attempted screaming now pointless, tape or not. Malfoy began to unbutton her blouse, the tears slowly starting to fall down her face.
His left hand was pinning her hands over her head as his other was pulling her skirt down, then moving to simultaneously pull his pants and boxers down.
The moment he pulled her knickers off, the rest of it became a blur, a mix of hard thrusts into her and hard slaps to her thigh whenever she shut her eyes.
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That was how she found herself fully dressed again, crying alone, curled up in a ball in the corner of a dark broom closet. Iris let herself just cry for a few minutes, before wiping her face and standing, fixing her hair and flattening her bangs, making her way towards the door.
Iris took a deep breath and stepped out, starting to walk down the corridor to find someone to tell her what time it was, when she was met by Remus Lupin.
Ahh I'm so sorry Iris But I needed this to happen for your ✨character development✨
This was so hard to write omg I'm only three chapters in and I already love this character too much to hurt her, even if I have to 🥺
