Blood Status
DracoXOC Fanfic
Disclaimer: Not JK Rowling, But Elizabeth Marshall and alot of what gets twisted is of my own creation
Chapter one:
"Miss Marshall." The brunette shot her head up from her book and notebook as she looked back and forth between the teacher and the two hooligans he stood inbetween. "As my top student, I want you to sit inbetween these two, I think it'll be good for them." Elizabeth let her jaw hung open as Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley were smashed into the seats next to her.
"Professor Binns, Please." She whined as she looked to the ghostly figure before her. "I can not study with them here." She growled as her eyes shot daggers at Harry Potter. He returned the favor with a scowl of his own.
"Now, Miss Martell-"
"Marshall" She corrected.
"Miss Marshall, you will be a good influence on these boys, who will never get the job they wish if they continue to act like fools in my class. Auror's must have a firm grasp of Magical History, Potter and Weasley, if you ever wish to keep it from repeating." The ghost whipped around and continued on his way towards his desk, disrupting a group of students at the desk directly in front of Elizabeth's. A groan was heard to both boys as Elizabeth hung her head into her books. One hand rubbed her temples, the other twitched with her quill in hand.
"I swear to every deity above, if you two cause me to get less than a perfect grade in this class, I will cause considerable harm to you both." She grumbled as she pulled back from her books. Weasley rolled his eyes as he leaned his chin on his hand. His elbow clearly on the desk, and clearly in her way of her space. Elizabeth gritted her teeth as she swatted his elbow with as much force as she could, without little effort, Ronald's head slammed into the desk. "And stay in your own space! I didn't sit at a table with others for a reason." She scowled.
Ronald shot his head up and looked at her with such a furious expression, that Harry looked worried. "You are such a-"
Elizabeth shot him a look, "Language!" She snarled, cutting the red head off. "Please, Weasley, didn't your parents ever teach you manners?" She scoffed as she turned back to her book and began to scribble away. Ronald leaned upwards to catch Harry's eyes, his head shook back and forth and seemed ready to explode. Elizabeth made no indication that she minded, or cared that they whispered over her head.
Professor Binn's continued his lecture again, once again the room was filled with monotonous nonsense that Elizabeth mostly blocked out. As much as she listened to all her teachers, word for word, she did not for professor Binn's. She passed his tests with flying colors because she studied on her own. It also helped that she was best friends with one of the most prestigious pureblood households, because when she couldn't find the information, she picked Draco's brain, or even better, his personal library.
Plus it helped that Pansy had to be a know-it-all about everyone, she tended to know of personal history of families, wars, and the such. She might not be able to tell when or where a war happened, but she was brilliant when it came to who started it and why. Pansy was pretty much the reason Elizabeth was beyond an expert on world war one and the wizard's who participated in it.
"Will. You. Two. Pipe. Down!" She hissed as she pushed up to a fully sat up position. "You're making it hard to drown him out." Harry shot her a look that Elizabeth returned with equal gusto.
"Why are you even in this class then?" Harry scoffed.
"I could ask you the same. The difference for me is that I enjoy history. I took this class for the easy grade and the free silent study period it gave." Elizabeth put her quill in her ink well and let it set there for a second as she cracked her knuckles. The long, graceful braid that Pansy and Daphne did for her hair stayed, not a hair out of place. Daphne even put metallic flowers in it for added show, but of course they were jade studded and only slytherin colors. Elizabeth patted down her skirt as she looked from Harry to Ron.
"We," ron sighed, "Had to." He finished.
"Had to?" She snorted, "What, did Softy Mcgonagall threaten your lives if you didn't take it?" She teased.
"More like it was either this or muggle studies." Harry groaned as he looked to his book and flipped the page with the class. Elizabeth looked to his book and let out a sigh. She snatched the book from him, her eyes focused on the book and not the nasty look he shot her. Elizabeth flipped to the page he was supposed to be on and put it back where it was.
"I can understand choosing this then." She whispered as she turned back to her book and grabbed her quill once again. She tapped it off, as to not dripple ink as she took it back to her notebook and continued on her notes.
"Hey, you're ahead of us." Ronald burst out. Elizabeth turned her head and cocked a brow at him.
"Brilliant observation, Weasel-bee, what's next? My quill has ink?" She retorted with a chuckle to herself as she continued on. Ron leaned towards her to say something smart, but Elizabeth's eyes flicked up from her writing to him with a deep, dark stare. He backed away slowly as she turned her attention back to her work. "I always try to forge ahead in classes. I can't bare to be behind or study at other's pace." She stated softly.
"She's just like 'mione, except meaner." Ronald snarled. Elizabeth's heart sped up a notch as she looked to her hand that held still. Granger, the muggle born gryffindor. The brainiac of their group, but outed as a muggle born. Mudblood. Fear shot through Elizabeth's blood as she shook her head and let out a huff. He only meant that they were both studious. But Elizabeth couldn't be Granger, she couldn't be outed as Muggleborn.
"I'm actually nothing like Granger." She snarled. Draco would have said mudblood. Elizabeth should say it, but she couldn't even muster up enough hatred to say it. She couldn't even mouth it. It stung like bees straight to her veins. Ronald and Harry looked at her.
Elizabeth felt panic in her veins. Why were they staring? Her body went deathly still as she ground her teeth. Only then did the heaven sent sound hit her ears. Binn's excusing everyone for the day. Elizabeth let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding as she shot up in her seat to her feet. A flick of her wand and everyone was closed, dried, and corked, and Elizabeth pocked every single item into her bag.
"You dunderheads try not to make life horrid for next class, and don't ever forget to bring your things, I don't share." She warned with a hiss as she shot behind them and towards the door with a swift pace. Elizabeth needed to be as far away from them as possible.
One, being that she didn't want them even hinting at her being like Granger in the likes. Hermione was a studious girl, she was like her in that aspect, but Hermione and Elizabeth were almost complete opposites in alot of factors. Hermione fought for the under dogs, she fought for the rights of those who didn't even want her help just because she wanted to see everyone free and happy. Elizabeth only wanted to be the best, to have the best grades, to start her own business, to be the top of everything in hopes of never losing anything. Elizabeth was determined to never fall under anyones toe, never again.
"Oh, Miss Marshall." Elizabeth halted in her tracks, obviously her musing putting her at a fast pace with little rest. Dumbledore stood there with a brilliant smile on his face, always a bubbling, grinning, fool.
"Headmaster." Elizabeth bowed lightly, her eyes looked around her in anticipation of anyone seeing her talking to Dumbledore. Elizabeth didn't mind the grinning fool, but Draco and Blaize hated the man, and Daphne was kind of pissed at him for the punishment he put on her last year over her hanging a first year hufflepuff upside down on the rafters of the astronomy tower. Elizabeth still stood by Dumbledore, but told Daphne she was on her side. The hufflepuff had called her an entitled bitch, but then again, Daphne had shoved the boy aside to go down the stairs.
"Running to your next class?" He mused with a grin.
"Actually, I'm done for the day, History is the last class of mine today." She confessed with a small smile.
"So, running from what, I ponder?" He chuckled.
"Oh, Nothing, just, if you walk slow, you get to your goals slower. Plus, I was thinking about the homework that's awaiting me in the common room. That, and Daphne gets antsy if she has to study by herself, and I refuse to let her beat me to the common room this year." Elizabeth babbled with a shrug. Dumbledore's grin fell to a soft smile as he put a hand to her shoulder.
"The go ahead, child, and be careful, the steps downwards can be dangerous when taken too fast." He warned with a chuckle as he continued past her. Elizabeth looked back to Dumbledore with furrowed brows, a soft frown on her lips. The man had a million opportunities to accidently announce her blood status to everyone. He could have betrayed her trust many times.
Like when Draco screamed at him and Mcgonagall after first year, and Elizabeth was there to take him back to the dorm room. He shouted about how they were unfair in letting mudbloods into the castle. Dumbledore could have done it right then, could have sliced her whole future right then.
But when she had been first sorted, Dumbledore called her up to his office the next morning and asked her if she had told any of them. No, she hadn't, and she confessed, she hoped to never do so. Dumbledore kept her secret, and Elizabeth believed he secretly enjoyed that it was her secret. She bet long ago that he was waiting till the day her secret came out. Would it change the mindset of people like Malfoy and Greengrass, those who believed Mudbloods were diseased of some sort? Or people like Zabini who believed they weren't really witches and wizards, but mistakes.
Elizabeth reached the stairs shortly and began to descend down them, her head buzzed with thoughts a million miles a second until the sound of someone calling her name from below woke her up. Elizabeth jumped a bit as she looked down to Blaize, he looked up at her with a worried look.
"You alright, Marshall?" He called as they met halfway on the stairs.
"Yeah, just, peeved." She lied easily as Blaize let out a snort.
"Who marked on your paper now, bookworm?" He teased with a grin.
"Not that. Binns put Potter and Weasley at my table and told me they were stuck there! I can't even get a table to my own. Those two nim-wits ruin everything." Elizabeth puffed. Not exactly a lie. She was pissed about professor Binns, but mostly she was mad at herself that she could ever be compared to Granger.
"What! Oh, Draco's going to have a field day when I see him in Charms." Blaize let out a bark of laughter.
"Draco? I'm having a nightmare day thinking of being partners with those two idiots for who knows how long! Ugh!" Elizabeth grumbled more to herself as she passed Blaize on the stairs. Blaize was still laughing as he took the stairs up. Elizabeth continued on her way down, ignoring the shift of the stairs as the top part moved to connect to a new level or plateau. The good thing about being in the dungeons, the top of the stairs move, but the bottoms down, atleast, the very bottom doesn't.
Elizabeth entered the common room and threw herself onto the couch, her face planted in the soft, silk like material and groan to herself multiple times. Her bag settled on the ground next to her, she breathed in the fresh scent of newly cleaned furniture. The elves had just been here, and everything smelt fresh.
"There you are!" Elizabeth turned her head as Daphne trotted into the common room. Daphne lifted Elizabeth's ankles and slid under her shins, settling her legs back where they were. "Blaize says you're stuck with Potter and Weasley in History." Daphne nearly choked on her laughter.
Nothing beat the spread of information in hogwarts. "Kill me now, Greengrass. I'll surely fail as those two don't shut up for a moments notice." Elizabeth whined, her face pushed back into the cough. Daphne let out a bark of laughter as she leaned back on the couch. Elizabeth turned so she was sprawled on her back, her hands pressed to her face.
"Headache?"Daphne asked.
"About to be." Elizabeth mumbled.
"I've got a cure for that." Elizabeth opened her eyes in excitement as Daphne pulled out two chocolates rolled in simple wax. The two of them popped them in their mouths as Elizabeth closed her eyes and enjoyed the way it melted. Daphne pulled out her bag and pulled out her book. "Okay, Charms first or Defense?"
"Charms. Defense is a sour note for me."
"Because of Snape?"
"Because of Snape."
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"Come here already, Marshall." Elizabeth rolled her eyes and tried to move past Draco to sit at the desk, only long arms reached out and pulled her into his lap. The problem with this, was that Elizabeth knew Draco Malfoy far too well.
"Draco, your lap is not a desk." She grumbled. How she even survived being in his room was beyond her. His bed was like a million geese died just to make one inch of his mattress. His sheets were beyond a monetary value of silk, and his pillows she was always jealous of.
"It can be." He grinned widely as Elizabeth fought her way out of his arms and bounced onto the spot of his bed beside him.
"Stop that, and get to work. I've never met Slughorn and I don't know if he's worse or better than Snape when it comes to first day potion brewing." She added as she pulled out books and placed them on her lap.
"Why do you always do that?" He countered with a flick of his eyebrows.
"Do what?" Elizabeth quizzed, despite her eyes focused on their new textbooks. Elizabeth flipped a few pages in and was scrolling the page with her eyes when she felt it. His fingers trailed her cheeks and the shudder ran down her back. Elizabeth swatted his hand from her face and shot him a glare.
"Turn me away." He added with a wicked smirk.
"Draco, we've been friends for far too long. I know what you do with girls." Elizabeth looked at him for a second longer than she meant to, only to push her eyes down and towards her books. It had been a game with him since the beginning of fifth year. Draco went through girls like candy and treated them just as equally in her sight. Any girl that he put his 'charms on' was a quick whirlwind of pleasure and pain for the short, and she meant short, amount of time they had with Draco Malfoy. As much as Elizabeth liked him as her friend, and as much as she enjoyed the thought of kissing him, she couldn't risk losing his friendship for a short fling.
She needed him as an ally while she could have him there. And if he broke her heart, she could never imagine having the same open, easy relationship they had now.
"I'm a changed man." He snorted.
"Oh! Yeah, I can see that." She teased as she flipped the page, "Now hurry up and get your book open or I'll definitely leave you in the dust." Draco shot her a look before he pulled his book out into his lap.
"You're the only female in this entire house that-"
"You're generalizing, Draco, and when you do that, you injure yourself more than you prove a point." She cut him short as she pulled out a notebook. Elizabeth scooted herself back so her back was up against the wall and pulled the notebook into her lap, putting the book on the bed.
"Will you ever let me finish?"
"I just did." She shot a playful, bemused look up from her notebook as Draco huffed. He joined her with his back against the wall, his knees up like a make-shift desk, his book against his legs. "Now, what's the first potion that the syllabus said we were going to learn?" She turned her head and smiled at him. Draco turned his head and smirked down at her.
"The love potion."
"IS NOT!" She swatted his shoulder, only to lean over and look at the book.
"For a know-it-all, you sure are stupid." He chided her with a smirk. "Now, have I ever given you reason to not to trust me?" Elizabeth shot him a look before she looked to her notebook and began to take notes. A pout formed on her lips as she tried not to say anything. But his stare on her only made it hard not to.
"No." She pouted.
"That's my girl." A soft smile crawled on her face as she continued to scribble as Draco read off important information. This was familiar to her. Teasing, joking, smiling, that back and forth wit that she knew from the day they met, would make them close friends. This was exactly what she couldn't give up. Being here, even in his bed, felt like a familiar, safe place. Draco was just that way.
It was funny, those who never stood at his side, often thought he was something he wasn't. A bully, an asshole, maybe, but he wasn't as big of either as others believed. Really, to those he deemed worthy, he was a big softy. He even hugged Blaize once, despite how hard Blaize ripped from his grasp and threatened his life. But both boys ended up laughing hard, especially when Daphne pulled them both in for a hug and tickled them at the same time.
Harry Potter believed that Draco Malfoy was a horrid human being. But that was because he took the brunt force of Draco Malfoy's hate.
Which was the exact reason that Elizabeth refused to let her secret get out. She wouldn't be able to bear the consequences of it leaking. She would be just as hated at Harry Potter.
"Hello?" Elizabeth jumped as she looked to Draco who cocked a brow at her. "Lost in some deep thought there, Marshall?"
"I guess, I was really just thinking how big your pores look." He teased as Draco shot her a glare.
"Lying to cover up the fact you were thinking of me naked is not the way to go." He threw right back. Elizabeth let out a snort, laughter followed soon after.
"Oh yeah, oh baby, oh baby, Draco naked, what a sight to be seen." Elizabeth choked on her laughter as she fell onto his bed, her laughter hard and thick in her throat. Draco fell into laughter on his own as their notebooks and books fell to the way side.
"Hey! Some girls swoon." He added over his gasping for air.
"Yeah, fainting is a true sign of your sex godliness." Elizabeth held her stomach as it clenched from her laughter. Only for it to subside as Draco leaned over her. Her face grew red, fast and hot, her whole body went red as he looked at her with those stormy eyes. He was thinking something, something he would never tell her. Elizabeth had grown accustom to just let it go, because if he wanted to say it outloud, he would.
Elizabeth found herself taking deep inhales as her giggles and laughter fell to the way side.
"I should get going," Elizabeth excused as she ducked out from under his arms. He neither moved, nor stopped her as she collected her thrown aside notebook and book and pulled them to her chest. Elizabeth slipped out quietly from his room and shut the door, never looking back to see if he had moved. Heart in her throat, she rounded the corner and went down the stairs.
"Hey, Pansy?" She called up the girl's stairs, "It's almost dinner time." The sound of a girl galloping down the stairs was heard.
"Coming!"
Life at Hogwarts still smelled and felt fresh, but Elizabeth was still apart of the life she made herself since she first stepped on the train.
Author's notes: As I've written atleast up until chapter ten already. I'm going to write one chapter a week and post one a week in order to keep up with this story and keep it from going cold. So here it is, Chapter one of Blood status. Thank you all who have read it and all those who have taken notice of this madness in my frontal lobe.