Chapter 11
"Where is she?"
"Have you seen her?"
"Where could she possibly be?"
These were some of the questions inquired as to the whereabouts of one Eliza Dishque, who was currently missing in action from the Gryffindor table.
"She does know we're leaving right at 8 right?" Hermione, the ever punctual one said, glancing at the clock on the wall. 7:48.
"Does she know she's going out with you today, Harry?" Dean Thomas asked from Alexa's side.
Harry looked incredibly nervous. Was Eliza planning on standing him up? Did she even have it in her?
He glanced up just in time to see Draco Malfoy strut his stuff out the doors and start making his way up the stairs.
~*~
Eliza was rushing furiously around her room. How could she possibly be so stupid?!
She had forgotten to set the alarm for 7 and woke up nearly 45 minutes late. Now she risked not only missing her first Hogsmeade trip, but also the embarrassment of Harry Potter. Her date.
Ugh, why did that make her feel so sick to her stomach? Harry was such a nice guy. He was sweet, funny, charming, witty, all the things a girl looked for in a guy. But there was just something there that turned her off.
"Aren't you a bit late?"
Eliza nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of a voice coming from outside her closet door. A guy?! In the girls dorm?
She quickly ran out to greet her intruder and give him a piece of her mind. She emerged from the closet to fine the person she least wanted to see.
"Draco Malfoy! What in the name of all that is holy (thanks Renay ( ) do you think you're doing in here?!" She shouted.
"Coming to fetch you, milady. You're carriage awaits." He bowed, mockingly then quickly stood and with an annoyed look said, "You're going out with him now?"
"Yes, as if it's any of your business." She snapped. "Now, how did you get in here?"
"I have my connections."
"In Gryffindor."
"Everywhere. I could probably have connections to your family, if I wanted them."
"No you couldn't."
"And why's that?"
"Because their not wizards."
Draco looked like he could have died.
"Yo.. you... you're a. what?!" He choked out.
"What? Is that such a terrible thing?" Eliza looked indignant.
"YES! Great Merlin! You're a MUDBLOOD! And I tried to get you to go out with me! ME! I can't believe you didn't tell me! I mean that disgusting, filth, awful. You're not even a WIZARD! If my father ever finds out about this. he would KILL me!" He finished his rant with a horrible shudder.
Eliza looked terribly hurt, and though she had no clue what "mudblood" was, she figured it was bad. To be completely honest, she had been quite flattered the whole time he had been after her. Even though their relationship was more like "war of the roses" she was growing quite fond of him. She felt the tears brim up in her eyes, and no matter how hard she tried to fight them, they just kept coming.
Draco turned to leave. Just leave her there, hurt and alone after his horrible outburst. But she stopped him with her words.
"So that's it huh? You're just going to stop talking to me, stop looking at me like you always do, and treat me just like you treat every other Gryffindor you meet? Is that how it's going to be Draco?"
Draco paused in the doorway and slowly turned to face her. She thought she may have broken through his hard shell, but his eyes showed otherwise. They were cold and hard, like steel beems. Impossible to penetrate. Then he responded, his voice dripping with content and malice,
"Of course Dishque. That's how people like me, people with stature and nobility, treat people like you. Nobodies." And with that he turned and left the room.
Eliza couldn't help it, she broke down. She knew his was trouble, she had been warned about Slytherins. Liars, cheaters, haters.
Now she could add another word to that list:
Heartbreakers.
~*~
Harry sat still in the common room, waiting for Eliza to come down from her room.
Was she ok? Was she hurt? Sick?
Or did she just not want to go out with him?
Questions flew through his mind at 1000 miles per hour, but settled down on one when a very unwelcome face came bounding down the stairs.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" He asked, standing abruptly.
"Good to see you Potter, sorry I can't stay and chat. Have to go catch up with my girlfriend if you know what I mean." He winked and headed to the portrait door.
"Where's Eliza? What did you do to her?" Harry quickly jumped in front of Draco, grabbing him by the robes and slamming him against the opposite wall.
Draco gave an evil grin.
"Oh me and 'Liza were just having a bit of fun upstairs. Can't do that back in my dorms you know. Not with a Gryffindor anyway."
Harry took a quick step back and slugged Draco across the face before turning and running up the stairs to see Eliza.
~*~
"Eliza!" Harry came bounding into the room to find Eliza lying across her bed, her body raking with sobs.
He slid onto the bed and she immediately flung herself onto him.
"OH! Harry it was terrible! I told him... and then he. he. I didn't know. he just." Eliza could barely get a word out in between her cries. And of course by now, Harry had assumed the worse.
"Did he rape you?!" He demanded, more than asked. He was obvioiusly very angry.
Eliza's sobs suddenly stopped and she looked up at him.
"What? Why would you think that?" She asked
"He just said. oh nevermind. Tell me what happened."
So Eliza explained in detail her encounter with her new worst enemy. Leaving out the mudblood part though. Seeing as how she didn't know what this meant.
After some comforting from Harry, the two glanced at the clock to see that it was now past 9 o'clock. They had missed their first Hogsmeade trip, and their first date.
"Oh Harry, I am so sorry. I really didn't mean to oversleep. I could have avoided all this if I had just set my stupid alarm. Stupid stupid me."
"No, it's ok. There's always next time. The important thing is that you're ok. Which I wasn't so sure about earlier."
After a moment of silence, Eliza quietly asked,
"Harry, what is a 'mudblood'?"
Harry's head shot up suddenly.
"Why are you asking?" He asked.
"That's just something Draco called me, I just wanted to know what it was."
"He didn't! That son of." He trailed of into one of the longest curse rants Eliza had ever heard.
"Wow, I didn't even know that some one could be. well one of those." Eliza replied, some of her old humor coming back.
"A mudblood is a person that is born from a non wizarding family. The population of 'pureblood' wizards generally look down upon them. It's one of the lowest terms used in wizard society's today. I'm so sorry he told you that. I'm gonna kill him." Harry said with determination in his voice.
"You do that, Harry. You do that."
"Where is she?"
"Have you seen her?"
"Where could she possibly be?"
These were some of the questions inquired as to the whereabouts of one Eliza Dishque, who was currently missing in action from the Gryffindor table.
"She does know we're leaving right at 8 right?" Hermione, the ever punctual one said, glancing at the clock on the wall. 7:48.
"Does she know she's going out with you today, Harry?" Dean Thomas asked from Alexa's side.
Harry looked incredibly nervous. Was Eliza planning on standing him up? Did she even have it in her?
He glanced up just in time to see Draco Malfoy strut his stuff out the doors and start making his way up the stairs.
~*~
Eliza was rushing furiously around her room. How could she possibly be so stupid?!
She had forgotten to set the alarm for 7 and woke up nearly 45 minutes late. Now she risked not only missing her first Hogsmeade trip, but also the embarrassment of Harry Potter. Her date.
Ugh, why did that make her feel so sick to her stomach? Harry was such a nice guy. He was sweet, funny, charming, witty, all the things a girl looked for in a guy. But there was just something there that turned her off.
"Aren't you a bit late?"
Eliza nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of a voice coming from outside her closet door. A guy?! In the girls dorm?
She quickly ran out to greet her intruder and give him a piece of her mind. She emerged from the closet to fine the person she least wanted to see.
"Draco Malfoy! What in the name of all that is holy (thanks Renay ( ) do you think you're doing in here?!" She shouted.
"Coming to fetch you, milady. You're carriage awaits." He bowed, mockingly then quickly stood and with an annoyed look said, "You're going out with him now?"
"Yes, as if it's any of your business." She snapped. "Now, how did you get in here?"
"I have my connections."
"In Gryffindor."
"Everywhere. I could probably have connections to your family, if I wanted them."
"No you couldn't."
"And why's that?"
"Because their not wizards."
Draco looked like he could have died.
"Yo.. you... you're a. what?!" He choked out.
"What? Is that such a terrible thing?" Eliza looked indignant.
"YES! Great Merlin! You're a MUDBLOOD! And I tried to get you to go out with me! ME! I can't believe you didn't tell me! I mean that disgusting, filth, awful. You're not even a WIZARD! If my father ever finds out about this. he would KILL me!" He finished his rant with a horrible shudder.
Eliza looked terribly hurt, and though she had no clue what "mudblood" was, she figured it was bad. To be completely honest, she had been quite flattered the whole time he had been after her. Even though their relationship was more like "war of the roses" she was growing quite fond of him. She felt the tears brim up in her eyes, and no matter how hard she tried to fight them, they just kept coming.
Draco turned to leave. Just leave her there, hurt and alone after his horrible outburst. But she stopped him with her words.
"So that's it huh? You're just going to stop talking to me, stop looking at me like you always do, and treat me just like you treat every other Gryffindor you meet? Is that how it's going to be Draco?"
Draco paused in the doorway and slowly turned to face her. She thought she may have broken through his hard shell, but his eyes showed otherwise. They were cold and hard, like steel beems. Impossible to penetrate. Then he responded, his voice dripping with content and malice,
"Of course Dishque. That's how people like me, people with stature and nobility, treat people like you. Nobodies." And with that he turned and left the room.
Eliza couldn't help it, she broke down. She knew his was trouble, she had been warned about Slytherins. Liars, cheaters, haters.
Now she could add another word to that list:
Heartbreakers.
~*~
Harry sat still in the common room, waiting for Eliza to come down from her room.
Was she ok? Was she hurt? Sick?
Or did she just not want to go out with him?
Questions flew through his mind at 1000 miles per hour, but settled down on one when a very unwelcome face came bounding down the stairs.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" He asked, standing abruptly.
"Good to see you Potter, sorry I can't stay and chat. Have to go catch up with my girlfriend if you know what I mean." He winked and headed to the portrait door.
"Where's Eliza? What did you do to her?" Harry quickly jumped in front of Draco, grabbing him by the robes and slamming him against the opposite wall.
Draco gave an evil grin.
"Oh me and 'Liza were just having a bit of fun upstairs. Can't do that back in my dorms you know. Not with a Gryffindor anyway."
Harry took a quick step back and slugged Draco across the face before turning and running up the stairs to see Eliza.
~*~
"Eliza!" Harry came bounding into the room to find Eliza lying across her bed, her body raking with sobs.
He slid onto the bed and she immediately flung herself onto him.
"OH! Harry it was terrible! I told him... and then he. he. I didn't know. he just." Eliza could barely get a word out in between her cries. And of course by now, Harry had assumed the worse.
"Did he rape you?!" He demanded, more than asked. He was obvioiusly very angry.
Eliza's sobs suddenly stopped and she looked up at him.
"What? Why would you think that?" She asked
"He just said. oh nevermind. Tell me what happened."
So Eliza explained in detail her encounter with her new worst enemy. Leaving out the mudblood part though. Seeing as how she didn't know what this meant.
After some comforting from Harry, the two glanced at the clock to see that it was now past 9 o'clock. They had missed their first Hogsmeade trip, and their first date.
"Oh Harry, I am so sorry. I really didn't mean to oversleep. I could have avoided all this if I had just set my stupid alarm. Stupid stupid me."
"No, it's ok. There's always next time. The important thing is that you're ok. Which I wasn't so sure about earlier."
After a moment of silence, Eliza quietly asked,
"Harry, what is a 'mudblood'?"
Harry's head shot up suddenly.
"Why are you asking?" He asked.
"That's just something Draco called me, I just wanted to know what it was."
"He didn't! That son of." He trailed of into one of the longest curse rants Eliza had ever heard.
"Wow, I didn't even know that some one could be. well one of those." Eliza replied, some of her old humor coming back.
"A mudblood is a person that is born from a non wizarding family. The population of 'pureblood' wizards generally look down upon them. It's one of the lowest terms used in wizard society's today. I'm so sorry he told you that. I'm gonna kill him." Harry said with determination in his voice.
"You do that, Harry. You do that."