Blood Status
DracoXOC Fanfic
Disclaimer: Not JK Rowling, But Elizabeth Marshall and alot of what gets twisted is of my own creation
The stands went to the ceiling, and it seemed like every seat was full. Those who believed in the war, those who believed that the ministry had been overthrown during those awful years, those who couldn't believe something like that could happen, friends, family, relatives of those who died, they all sat in the seats. But Elizabeth's eyes only focused on the stormy pair that stared right back. His lips drawn tight, his teeth tight in his jaw as he looked down to her seat at the very center. The one thing she never wanted, despite being a slytherin, despite being apart of the silver group of slytherin, despite all of it, Elizabeth still to this day hated the lime light. Everyone stared at the brunette who had her hair tamed back in a braid down her back, her hair fell to just under her rib cage. Her icy blue eyes shimmered with confusion as a man in robes walked up to her, two house elves pushed a giant orb on a bunch of metallic design, a storm cloud inside that swirled.
"State your name." The man stood up tall, his arms crossed across his chest. It was a projector, to be simple. The witchs and wizards of the ministry had a projector, but much different than those she saw in her youth at the muggle schools. This projector took the images in one's mind, memories to be more specific, and projected them for all to see on what looked like a giant screen above her head, large enough for all in the arena to witness.
"Elizabeth Marshall." She spoke calmly, but her voice bounced off the cold stone that surrounded her. The man in the black and white robes stood in front of her and waved his hands to the house elves. They brought the orb closer. Elizabeth inhaled slowly, then let it out just as slowly from her lips as her eyes shot up to Draco's one last time. Just enough to have courage. Just enough to feel courageous for another second.
They had been in bed earlier this morning. It was gleaming through the curtains, day light was so beautiful on his blond locks as she ran her fingers through it. Draco slept through the night now, his body relaxed now, the mark on his arm was a pale gray, fading every day he threw it to the way side. Elizabeth had been wrapped up in his tangle of limbs when the owl came through the window and perched on the backboard of the bed. A letter.
You are summoned to the Ministry of Magic
Elizabeth always knew that this day would come.
"And do you know why you've been summoned here, today?" The man boomed.
"No." She shook her head.
"You are accused of breaking and entering into the ministry, changing of official ministry documents, and participating in Death Eater activity." The man added.
Elizabeth's mouth fell open and she clenched her hands. Years of being a slytherin taught her how to keep her tongue, to never yell out, and to determine the best actions.
"Of these crimes, are you guilty?"
"No." She stated through gritted teeth.
"We have witness's who saw you enter the ministry, under age, and witness's claim that you were with a death eater!" The man stated with a firmer voice.
"You brought the stupid orb, you want to know how it all happened. Why all the paperwork was burned? Why the room of records was destroyed? Who I was with, and why it all happened. You want the truth? Bring the damn thing here, and I'll show you everything." She demanded with gritted teeth. The man pushed the orb to her and she pulled it to her front. Her hands placed on the orb.
"Tell everything, from the beginning, and don't leave anything out." A wicked smirk on her lips as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
"Well, you asked for it!" She chuckled. "This particular story starts like all the good ones do… It was breakfast, and Draco Malfoy said something smart over his toast and pumpkin juice." Elizabeth opened her eyes and shot Draco a wink as he shook his head at her with a wicked grin.
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Elizabeth finally sat down for breakfast. The first day of her sixth year, how excitement filled her belly as she joined her friends at the long table. Crabbe and Goyle were already deep in conversation about recipes for pies and debating their mother's cooking. Pansy lit up at the sight of Elizabeth and snatched up her hands, the pixie cut hair style of hers framed her face so beautifully, highlights of her darker eyes, Elizabeth leaned in and accepted the kiss the girl placed on her cheeks.
"Hey Pansy, how was your summer." Elizabeth brimmed as the brunette rolled her eyes. Daphne let out a snort as she pushed her strawberry blond locks off her shoulder, the blonde leaned over the table and Elizabeth accepted the same greeting from the Greengrass girl.
"She's peeved that you didn't spend any of it with her. Little shit, thinks everything revolves around her." Daphne retorted only to burst out into giggles as she received a kick from under the table.
"Hush Greengrass!" Pansy snarled. "But seriously, Marshall, where were you all summer? You only got out to see us at the big parties." Pansy moaned as Elizabeth finally sat down. Her silky brown hair fell down her shoulders and back, as she brushed it with her fingers out of her face.
"I told you both, I'm learning the family business." Elizabeth corrected as she looked to her breakfast.
"OUI!" Elizabeth rolled her eyes and looked up to Draco who leaned his elbows on the table in order to lean closer to Elizabeth.
"Hello to you too, Draco." Elizabeth snorted, as she pushed up off her seat and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Happy?" She asked as Draco let out a snort and rolled his eyes back at her. Elizabeth settled down and took a bite of her toast. Plain, no butter, no margarine, no jelly, just crisp bread. Pansy made a face, but then again, Pansy always made that face when Elizabeth ate.
"Still a freak of nature, I see." Pansy teased with an elbow into Elizabeth's. The brunette cocked a brow as she turned to pansy, took a scone, a very dry scone by the looks of it, looked Pansy dead in the eye, and chomped a huge piece off. Despite her throat crying out for liquid, Elizabeth chewed it with a huge grin on her face as Pansy shivered. Daphne broke out into more laughter, and Elizabeth finally took a sip of her juice. Normalcy, it settled into Elizabeth's bones as she smiled to herself and looked to her plate.
A whole summer of work, hard work that never ended, and to finally be back here, where things were bustling and chipper, and full of magic. Her heart sung, that was until she looked up to Draco who seemed off in his own world, which was unlike him.
"Draco?" She asked, and his face picked up with a sudden jolt.
"Hey, why is it you have to work? Aren't you rich?" He responded with a sharp look.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and sighed. "I've told you a million times. I'm trying to learn the family business. I can't do that if I don't know what it's like to work in their shoes." She reminded him.
"All I hear is blah,blah,blah, ignoring my best friends." Pansy murmured in her ear. Elizabeth nudged her hard in the arm as she cocked her head to Draco.
"See, you keep saying that, but now I'm starting to think this is punishment. What did you do, Marshall? Huh? You make a snarky comment at your mum?" Draco teased with a smirk. Elizabeth's tongue clicked against her teeth as she took a chug of her juice and nearly slammed the goblet back down on the table.
"I'm about to make a snarky comment at you." She retorted with fire. Draco's face split into a wicked smirk as he wiggled his eyesbrows in her direction. "And stop that, with the faces, it freaks me out enough that you can move them." Elizabeth grumbled more to herself. Draco broke out into a roar of a laugh, Daphne right there next to him, cackling, Blaize even cracked a smile as he poked at his porridge. The gang… oh it was good to be back.
"Alright, if you are all done teasing me about my decisions to better myself, I have some studying to do." Elizabeth added as she pulled herself back up from her seat, a piece of toast popped in her mouth.
"I'll go with you." Draco added as he downed the last bit of his juice.
"Aww, this isn't some sort of hoax to try and beat my grades this year, now is it, Malfoy?" Elizabeth teased as she chomped down on her toast and swallowed. She turned back and gave Pansy a quick squeeze. "Braid my hair tonight? Like you always do?" Elizabeth as as Pansy shot her a look.
"If I don't, who is going to keep all that hair of yours in line." The dark haired girl mused as she patted Elizabeth's arm. Elizabeth escaped the table as she pulled her cloak up onto her shoulders better, and fixed her shirt as Draco came up beside her near the doors. Feet carried her straight out the doors of the halls as she ducked around Draco's arm the held the door.
"Hey, what was that jab about grades?" Draco sneered as Elizabeth shot him a playful grin, before she skipped ahead. Draco had to jog a step or two to catch up as Elizabeth headed towards the stairs. "You only made slightly better grades than me." Draco added with a sour look.
"Oh? really? I couldn't notice them over all my outstandings." her grin lit up her face as she put a hand to the rail of the staircase and trotted down the steps. Draco followed suit, merely a step behind her till they reached the bottom. In comfortable silence, they walked towards the common room. Long ago she lost the fear of her secret being exposed. Here, at his side, with Pansy and Daphne as her dorm mates, Elizabeth was seen as just one of them. They were all oblivious to the reality that lived in her veins, in her body itself.
Draco Malfoy was a pureblood, and since he claimed her as his friend on the train ride to the school, without a peep from her, they all assumed she was too. Draco Malfoy didn't talk to anyone who wasn't a rich pureblood. Elizabeth's parents were wealthy, they owned a restaurant that did more business than any other business around them. They once did a dinner for the queen's sons. But that didn't mean they were rich. They had a nice home, but her parents didn't spoil her or her brothers.
The worst sin of all: Elizabeth Gracelyn Marshall was a Muggleborn.
She sat in as one of the group, and she never let it show how it hurt when they harassed muggleborns, but she couldn't let it get to her. Because the minute it showed, the minute it got to her, she couldn't be sure if they would still be there for her. Elizabeth was determined to have the best grades, be the best there was, start her own business, maybe even consult for the ministry. All of that could not be accomplished if she told the truth of what she was.
Her Blood Status would be the end of her.
"So, lab partners for Potions?" Draco asked as they came upon the portrait to the common room.
"Always." Elizabeth replied with a grin, "Who else am I going to boss around about not doing it right?" She teased as she looked to the portrait. "Copper-head". The door swung open.