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DracoXOC Fanfic
Disclaimer: Not JK Rowling, But Elizabeth Marshall and alot of what gets twisted is of my own creation
Chapter two:
"Mum, don't make me go!" The woman stood next to the pillar that many had pushed through earlier. Elizabeth felt herself about to die of lack of air.
"Look, just go through, and make friends, it'll be easy." Her mother added with a chuckle. "Remember, smile, let them know you want friends. Friends mean allies, allies make life easier." Elizabeth nodded only to make a face.
"What if they find out?"
"Just don't tell anyone. It's none of their business what you are. Don't tell them, and put your head up. If you don't give them a reason to ask, they won't ever know the difference."
Elizabeth yawned as she rubbed her eyes and sat up from the bed. Her sheets trapped her, but she struggled to move them up and off her body. Her feet hit the cold stone floor first and jolted her awake. As she let out her braid, she grabbed her towel and bath things, the memory fresh in her mind. Her mother's words of advice, her mother's love and affection. Elizabeth had always been a mommy's girl. Dad was loving, but he tended to withold with the hugging and kissing.
Her fingers ruffled her long brunette locks and stepped into the shower. A good ten minutes later, she was washed and standing in the mirror, looking at her reflection. She was actually excited for Potions, to see what kind of teacher Slughorn was. But fear ate at her stomach that she wouldn't do well in it. She had to do well. Elizabeth would give no one reason to think she was less of a person, less of who she was. Elizabeth was dressed and brushing her hair in the common room as a soft hand found hers, enveloping her fist around her brush.
Elizabeth instantly dropped it and jumped as she whipped around to Draco who looked at her with raised brows. "I've been calling your name for a good minute now, what's gotten into you?" He looked concerned.
"I'm worried." She confessed.
"About Potions or History?" He smirked at her.
"Both." Elizabeth moaned as she bent and grabbed the brush. Standing back up, she finished brushing her hand and set it down in her bag. "Those two give me a head ache just thinking about them." She added.
"Don't worry, just think, every day you get through working with those two, you get to spend that night studying and doing potion homework with me." Elizabeth rolled her eyes and swatted at his arm as she pulled her hair into a ponytail, and headed for the door.
"Ooh, my dreams have all come true." Elizabeth threw over her shoulder. Draco followed easily as she stepped out of the portrait and walked towards the stairs. She dug through her bag for her book as she pulled it out and began to read it as they walked.
"Will you stop? You're already months ahead of me." Draco groaned as he swatted her book up and almost into her nose. "You'll be fine, just stop making all of us look like idiots." Draco added.
"You're not an idiot, none of you are." Elizabeth looked to him as she tucked the textbook back into her bag. "You guys are the smartest people I know." Draco looked at her as she smiled and nudged him in the arm gently. His lips twitched in a regular smile, soft and small as he waved for her to proceed up the staircase. The whole world seemed silent as they climbed. Often, right at the beginning of breakfast, it was the most silent.
"So what did you do with your summer?" Draco seemed to jump at the question as they reached the summit of the staircase. His eyes were downcast and he shrugged. Those stormy eyes, an expression she couldn't read, he was shutting her and the world out again. With a sigh, she nudged him again, her eyes focused as he looked up to her. "Got it, summer is a sore spot." She whispered softly.
Draco nodded as he reached the door and pulled it open and waved for her to go through the doors. Elizabeth walked into the almost bare Grand Hall, the sight of so little teenagers in the room at once seemed so surreal. The teachers there were only Dumbledore and Mcgonagall, and just as Elizabeth turned to ask if Draco saw the others coming down, Snape swept through the door.
"Miss Marshall, I expect you'll do extraordinary in potions today with Slughorn to show him exactly how well you've been taught." Snape mused as Elizabeth grimaced, and Draco let out a snort.
"She's been fretting over that the whole morning, and last night." Draco teased as Elizabeth shot him a sour look. Snape put a soft pat to Elizabeth's shoulder as he passed the two.
"Careful Miss Marshall, too much worry and your face will stay like that." Elizabeth only rolled her eyes and turned to sit down at the table. Draco slipped next to her as their breakfast seemed to appear before them. They were the first at the table, which was not unusual for the middle of the week. A few sleepy heads slipped in the door, only one was a tired Blaize as he stumbled onto the bench next to Draco.
"Awake there Zabini?" Elizabeth chuckled as he shrugged and slumped against the table, barely able to move as he tried to sip the goblet of juice without really moving his arms. Draco aided him as Elizabeth took her first bite of dry, golden toast.
"Why do you eat it dry?" Zabini mumbled, groggy and still out of sorts.
"Because she's a freak." Draco answered as he pushed the plate from Blaize's drooping head.
"Hey! It's just a family thing. My parents eat it dry, and I've never needed butter. If bread is made perfectly, it is like a good steak, doesn't need anything." Elizabeth huffed as she munched in silence to the beat of her heart. It hummed in her head as she looked from Draco to the next three heads that popped into the room. Potter, Weasley, and Granger. They looked exhausted, as per usual for the trio. But what was really bothering Elizabeth was how when she looked to them, she turned to look back and caught eyes with Dumbledore.
He was plotting something, she could just see it in his eyes. With the way he smiled to her as he took a sip of his juice, she figured it had something to do with her. Panic hit her heart like a freight train. Because nothing Dumbledore did that was plotted out, seemed a good idea. Elizabeth turned back to her breakfast and said hello to a sleepy Bullstrode who looked better than Blaize but not nearly awake as Draco and Elizabeth.
He was plotting something to do with Elizabeth and the golden trio, she could just see it written all over his face. Which only made her feel more worse for wear, because the safety net she had sewn together the last few years, the world she made for herself, was threatened by his plots. What if he outed her! What if he betrayed her trust! Everything she did would be for not.
Elizabeth finished her breakfast and rose from the table, ready to head to potions and escape the ever evil eye of Dumbledore. She wasn't going to die or worse because of some crackpot loon!
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Elizabeth sat in the library, finally at peace with herself and the world around her. There was no a soul in sight, no sound was made, everything was calm. She had finally finished all her homework and pride filled her body. Potions had gone swimmingly, their first class was fantastic. Not Snape worthy, but not bad. The man was a bat loon, but he was forgivable, his age did factor into his lunacy. Elizabeth brushed her long hair back from her face and let it fall down the back of the chair. Only, as she put her hands on her eyes to rest, she heard the worlds most horrific sound she could imagine.
It was a scream that emitted right in the middle of what should have been a bone snapping. Elizabeth could hear every inch of the bone snap in two as she opened her eyes and shot her eyes to the left. Pansy lay on the ground, tears and anger filled her cheeks as her wand was pointed at a boy. A hufflepuff, a boy she knew.
"YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!" Pansy screeched, her voice loud and vibrated off the walls. Even more so, it ate at Elizabeth's insides as she rushed to Pansy's side. The boy was red faced and covered in something that resembled blood and dust and other such things.
"It's best if you evacuate." Elizabeth snarled.
"You're protecting her after all she's done!" He snarled. Elizabeth scrunched her face as she stood up and pointed her wand to the boy. It had been in the sleeve of her cloak, as always, in a charmed pocket she sewn with magic thread herself. A trick she taught herself third year while bored in the library. It had been a project that took weeks to get just right, but now, it was as easy as a swish of her wrist and the wood was out into her hand, the tip at the throat of the boy.
His eyes lit up with fear as Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at him. One step towards him, he took one step back. "You broke her shin, to be distinct, you broke her tibia into three pieces, two fractures, and a split in the bone. There is blood seeping out of her flesh and muscle where it ought not to, and you're telling me she's not worth defending from trash like you." Elizabeth snarled with a dark hint in her voice. "You will turn around, you will march directly to your head of house, and you will tell her you broke Pansy Parkinson's leg bone and are willing to take any punishment. You will be sure to have a visit from Snape later, I hope you brought your big boy pants, because I've heard he's had a bad day in class today."
Without a word else wise, she whipped on her heel and dropped down next to Pansy, she put her hand to her friend's back and turned to point her wand at the injured leg. "Is it fixable?" Pansy whimpered, anger still mixed with the pain.
"Yeah, Pomfrey can fix this easy, come on, I have to freeze your leg still." Elizabeth cooed as she flicked her wand, watching as a visible bubble was placed over Pansy's leg. It neither moved or jiggled as Elizabeth helped Pansy up as best she could. The pixie cut girl leaned on Elizabeth as she pulled her close and limped with the girl to keep pace.
"Scary, that one." Elizabeth shot a look to a table where Weasley and Granger sat. She scowled as she turned her wand on him. Granger put a hand up as if to defend Weasley but Elizabeth rolled her eyes and huffed.
"Not even worth it, Weasel-bee!" She snapped as she continued on the path with Pansy towards the hospital wing. Elizabeth could hear the hushed words behind her. Scary. Slytherin brat. Pureblood elitist. Elizabeth had never told anyone she was these things. They came with the territory. Defending her friends, defending her house, it labeled her these things.
But when she called the boy trash, it wasn't because of his blood status. Elizabeth cared little about that. He was trash to think that she wouldn't defend her friend. She even gave him a chance to run from it, to leave it all behind him. If the idiot couldn't see an opening when he did, he was nothing but trash to her. Not worth her time.
"I'm sorry, Lizzy." Pansy whimpered as she trembled, her eyes full of tears.
"Hey! Hey, stop that." Elizabeth put a thumb across them to dry the tears of pansy, "You'll ruin your make-up, and merlin knows how long it took you to apply it this morning." Pansy let out a choked laugh as she shook her head.
"Now, what the hell happened?" Elizabeth prodded as she continued their slow, limped pace. Hopefully, making Pansy speak and focus on her words would take away all and any pain.
"He bumped into me, and I told him to shove it. He called me a pureblood bitch." Elizabeth groaned.
"Why do you even let it bother you?" Elizabeth looked to Pansy who shrugged to the best of her ability.
"I just, I can't stand Mudbloods." Elizabeth flinched lightly, but Pansy made no sign of noticing. "They are rude, and loudmouths, and they think they're entitled to respect and the world that they know nothing about. They ruin everything! And for what? So they can argue Muggles are the same as us? Pfft! No! We're better than muggles. Always have been. They may have burned our ancestors out of fear, but they're lucky we're forgiving for all the pain those muggles put us through!"
Elizabeth nodded, as if she understood, but she didn't. If only Pansy knew the truth, maybe she would see things differently. But she was right in one aspect, as a muggle born, Elizabeth knew nothing of life here in the world of Magic. The difference was, she didn't demand that others change their culture to match her as she barged in. She really didn't have that kind of choice. She walked in and turned into a chameleon. She became her surroundings.
How lucky Granger was to be who she wanted to be, to be proud of her blood status.
Not that it made any matter to Elizabeth, because as far as Elizabeth saw, she was the same as everyone else. Why could no one see that, there was no reason for purebloods to be pissed, and no reason for muggleborns to think themselves as such victims. Everyone had magic… shouldn't that be enough?
"Besides, he's a dickbag." Pansy snarled.
"Pansy!" Elizabeth blurted out as they finally reached the doors of the hospital wing, "Language." Pansy snorted and rolled her eyes. As soon as the door were open, Pomfrey looked up from her desk and instantly came over. The bubble had turned red with splashes of Pansy's blood. Elizabeth sat next to the girl in the hospital wing, tucked away in the chair near the bed.
"Miss Marshall?" Elizabeth perked up from her sleepy posture to see Severus Snape standing there. Elizabeth smiled and slipped up to her feet.
"Sir?" She asked as she flattened down her skirt.
"A Mister Rodstir has told Mrs. Sprout, that he is the reason for Miss Parkinson's condition. He also told her that you, and I quote "scared him till he pissed his pants if he didn't come gain his punishment'?" Snape's lips twitched with amusement as Elizabeth flinched and made a grimace for a face. He cocked a brow as her as finally she broke into a sigh and hung her head.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, her hand at the back of her head.
"You will see to it that this never happens again." He stated with a firm voice. Elizabeth nodded as she sighed and shuffled her feet. "And see to it that miss Parkinson makes it back to her dorm room in one piece, then you will see me for detention tomorrow after dinner."
Elizabeth looked up with her jaw dropped. "Unfair, Professor!" She blurted out.
"Do you want to make it two days?" Elizabeth clamped her mouth shut immediately, "That's what I thought. Bring your text for Defense class." He turned with a woosh of his cape and stalked away from the girl. Elizabeth huffed and resisted the urge to stomp her foot like a child. That punishment was completely uncalled for. But, then again, she threatened a boy, she put a wand to his throat. Any other student would have been punished.
No special treatment.
"Alright, here we are, good as new." Elizabeth turned to Pansy as the girl twirled and smirked.
"Just as beautiful as ever." Elizabeth chuckled as Pansy bounced a bit and grabbed her arms.
"Come on! We don't want to miss dinner!" Pansy exclaimed. Elizabeth exclaimed her thanks to the healer as she was dragged out of the hospital wing by a very hungry Pansy. As Elizabeth let herself be towed away from the hospital wing, her eyes caught hold of a portrait on the stone walls that she had not noticed before. It was a blank portrait. Empty, dark, and the frame was a dark black, almost metallic.
Confusing, as none of the other canvas' were empty, just that one. It seemed, it was the only one not occupied.
How had she not noticed it before. Elizabeth watched it as they passed and her eyes narrowed on the frame.
Mystery number one.
"Hey, Elizabeth," She skidded to a halt as Pansy turned and cocked her head to the side as she looked to Elizabeth. "How did you know how my bones were broken?"
Elizabeth broke out into a sheepish grin. "I didn't. I just pretended I did to be scary." Pansy broke out into a mad laughter as she walked towards the door. Elizabeth blushed as she followed the dark haired girl into the Grand Hall.
"You are a piece of work." You have no idea, Elizabeth thought to herself.