I disagree with the notion that “women are soft and can't handle the truth”, Women handle the truth just fine and better than men. The problem is that you expect women to handle the truth in a way that still benefits you, at her expense.
Fake Dating AU
"Now, now, Granger..." Draco drawled, an annoying grin (he knows that, she’d told him multiple times) spreading across his face. He looked down at her, already visualizing the logistical nightmare of their height difference. (1/12)
#dramione#draco#hermione
Hired assassins Draco and Hermione
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"Are you okay?" She asks.
"Do I look fucking okay?" Draco wheezes, trying to get out from under the large man that had fallen on top of him.
"You told me to shoot!"
"Not while I was still in front of him! This was a new suit by the way."
“I don’t understand why women don’t just report it if it really happened.”
When I was 19, I reported mine. I had bruises. Hospital photos. Text messages of him apologizing the next morning. My friends drove me to the station because I could barely stop shaking. I thought evidence would make it simple. I thought truth would be enough.
Months later, I was the one on trial. His lawyer printed my Instagram photos and held them up in court. Asked why I wore crop tops. Asked why I drank that night. Asked why I didn’t scream louder. He replayed my police interview and pointed out every time I hesitated, every time I cried, every time my timeline wasn’t perfectly linear. “If it was traumatic,” he said, “why can’t she remember clearly?”
Sitting there while strangers debated my pain like it was a group project felt like being stripped again. My messages were projected on a screen. My body was described in detail. My character was picked apart like that was the real crime.
He walked out on bail. I walked out with panic attacks.
That’s why some women don’t report. Because even with bruises. Even with screenshots. Even when you do everything “right.” You still have to survive the assault twice, once in private, and once in public, just to maybe be believed.
dhr | nsfw
The water of the pool shimmered under the summer sun as Hermione floated on her back. She closed her eyes, pretending not to see Draco coming closer. He surfaced inches from her, enough to send shivers down her spine.