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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 four:

"Okay, so it's been three days since you came back with him, and we gave you space, but… come on, fess up! What happened?" Elizabeth brushed her hair long and to her side as she moved over to the side of Pansy's bed. The girl patted the spot between her legs as Elizabeth turned and settled between her friends knees. Pansy continued to brush her hair as Daphne looked up from the nail polish she was working on.

"Something's wrong, At first I thought he was just sick, but I honestly think something is wrong with his head. He keeps...I dunno." Elizabeth broke off as she pulled her knees to her chest and leaned into the comfy hands of Pansy.

"I've noticed it too, he's slipping into something dark." Pansy whispered. "He nearly killed Potter on the train. That's what's going around."

Elizabeth ripped around and looked to Pansy who flicked her on the nose. "Don't move like that!" Elizabeth rubbed her face as she turned back and looked to Daphne who nodded to Elizabeth.

The strawberry blond put the nailpolish brush into it's well as she blew lightly on the paint to dry. "It's true, I heard it from a few carts away. Draco stayed behind on the train to 'check something out' then he froze someone, when I realized it was potter was when he said have a good ride back to london. I would have stepped in if it was anyone but Potter."

Elizabeth looked to her lap with a frown. "He didn't tell me that."

"Bet you, he didn't even tell you his father was thrown in Azkaban because of ties to You-know-who." Elizabeth's eyes grew large as she looked up. Daphne nodded as she pulled out her wand and turned on a drying spell. "Stupid Ministry, ruined Draco's heart and soul, that did. He still looks just as upset as his mother when I saw them at the station.

"Why am I just now finding this out?" Elizabeth moaned. "I'm a horrible friend."

"Well, if you have hung out with us, you would have known." Pansy teased as she finished the braid and leaned down, a soft kiss to the top of Elizabeth's head. "It's not like it wasn't in the newspaper, or anything." Elizabeth shuffled to her feet and took her brush. As she walked to her bed, she put her brush away and clambered into her bed.

"I don't read the paper, I don't even take it in the morning." Elizabeth lied.

"I don't blame you, all lies and slander." Daphne huffed. "Complete and total-"

"Daph!" Elizabeth shot Daphne a look as the strawberry rolled her eyes and flipped back in her bed. "But you are right, that paper is full of things that are never fully researched, mostly pure gossip. It's rubbish."

Pansy shrugged as she turned and flopped back into her own bed. With a raise of their wands, a blow of their lips against the tips of their wands, the lights went out and the three were left in the darkness.

Elizabeth flipped back and forth in her sleep, unable to get comfortable, and for the longest time, sleep escaped her. It seemed like she would give up when she was thrown into her nightmare, her body flung into a space that didn't seem to have floors or ceilings. Just forward.

Her body followed, and she seemed to be walking. Her nightgown changed to that of a ball-gown, she was in a black ball-gown, her hair done up in loose curls and her make-up sparkled. "You look fantastic, almost as good as me." Elizabeth was twirled around as she came face to face with Draco. Her heart skipped a panicked beat as she looked back and forth. Everyone wore masks, except them, they seemed to just be themselves as everything danced and swirled.

"Why is everything spinning." She whispered as she struggled to look around them. A soft pair of fingers were placed on her cheek as she turned to look at Draco. He smiled to her. "What is this…" Her lips began to tremble as his eyes narrowed.

His long, beautiful suit seemed to turn menacing, his face turned wicked thin and pale. Before she knew what she was seeing, a beast for a man was there instead, red eyes glared back at her as he twirled her around him. Her back against his rock like chest as she looked to see Draco standing there only a few feet away. His wand was raised and pointed to her.

"Draco?" She murmured as he shook his head, his eyes full of hate.

"Filthy Mudblood!" He snarled, and with that, a giant green light hit her straight in the heart.

A scream bounced off the walls of her room, and Elizabeth fought her way out of her covers and struggled to get herself right again. As she collided with the floor, the lights in their dorm room flooded on and Pansy and Daphne were instantly on their way to help her. But Elizabeth only screamed more, her eyes only saw the masked people at the ball, all wands pointed at her. Pansy tried to calm her but she flung herself from the floor and burst out the door and down the stairs.

The sounds of people shouting for her were drowned out by the heavy breath and pounding of her heart in her ears. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she bolted right out the portrait. Space, what was space in a minute of pure panic. What was length and temperature to terror? Elizabeth found herself not only up the stairs, down the front hall, but bursting out into the night as she stumbled on the grass. One mistep and what felt like a sprained ankle, she went down a soft vally of a hill and down the moist grass. Her tears only warmed and froze her bones at the same time as she collided with a stone at the bottom of her topple. Her hip took the blow and she was left there, curled up in her arms, crying. Sobbing actually. An ugly, horrible sob as she pulled at the grass and tried to sit up. But the pain in her hip and foot kept her from movement.

The muffled sounds of someone coming for her was light and little in her ears as all she heard was his voice. Avada Kedavra. Draco shot her to her face with such a spell. He was one of them in her dream and her whole world seemed to stop with the dream. Fat crocodile tears fell down her face as she looked up from the dirt to the dark cloaked man and a very distraught looking Pansy Parkinson.

"Miss Parkinson, you can go back to your dorm. Thank you for alerting me. Miss Marshall needs medical attention, I will see to her wounds." Elizabeth shivered as she turned her face away. Her pride nearly burned as hard as the pain in her foot and hip. Snape lifted her like a slumbering child and stood up, his eyes turned down towards her. "What on earth were you thinking, girl?" He snapped.

"Nightmare." Elizabeth trembled and her teeth chattered.

"What kind of horrible dream could send you out here like this. You are one of the most sensible students I have, what got into you." He grumbled as they trecked back up the hill side and towards the castle.

"Draco was a death eater, and he killed me." She confessed without an inch of hesitation. There was no use in lying. Snape stopped as he looked down to Elizabeth who closed her eyes, her whole body trembled and shook hard.

"Why would you ever dream of something like that?"

Elizabeth opened her eyes, but they were glazed over in pain as she looked to her nerve wrecked finger tips. The same finger tips that were pinned behind her by the beast of a man. The one she believed was Voldemort, whatever she crafted him to look like. "Because his father was, and I fear he's lost his light to his anger and hurt."

Snape halted his tracks as Elizabeth closed her eyes, and like that, she was gone to the world a second time.

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Elizabeth woke to the hospital wing as Pomfrey looked over her. "First Miss Parkinson, now you Miss Marshall. I'm beginning to think it's break Slytherin children month." Elizabeth chuckled as she blinked her world back into focus. "Rest up a bit, but you have some visitors."

Elizabeth cocked a brow and turned from the bed she was in and went wide eyed when the first faces that came through the curtain were that of Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Their faces showed the same surprize that they would be the first visitors, as if they expected to come upon a few other slytherin's first. With a roll of her eyes and a snort of amusement, she pushed herself up into a sitting position and looked at them.

"What could have possibly happened that made you two voluntarily come to see me?" She snarked with a cocked brow. They set two notebooks onto her bed side and pulled up chairs next to it.

"The project is due next class and we figured you'd probably kill us if we didn't get it done now." Elizabeth cursed herself internally as she looked to Harry.

"Well I guess I can't say you two have lost all your marbles then, is this what you two have got for your parts of the project?" She asked as Harry and Ron nodded, handing over the notebooks. Elizabeth looked over the first one, her eyes shot up and down the page, inhaling the information and taking it all in. Then she flipped over to the next one as she inhaled it just as fast. A nod came from her chin as she grasped the pen from the table beside her and crossed something, wrote something, circled something and pointed an arrow to something two lines down, but other than that, she handed the notebooks back to the boys rather unscathed.

"They're good, you guys just need a few edits on your part, then write it out on a parchment. We'll sew them together for professor Binns, and we'll present with little scraps of paper as not to disrupt the flow of thought." She turned as if to dig in her bag, only to sigh. "Darn, I don't have…" She stopped as she looked to the boys.

"What?" Ron asked with a confused expression. Then it began to dawn on him what her face was for. "Where is your stuff?" He grumbled.

"In the slytherin Dorm rooms." She explained with a soft expression, her head laid back with a sigh.

"Well, we can't get in there, sorry." Harry's words hit her head and she sighed. They were right, they couldn't just run and get them. They would have to enlist a Slytherin's help. Oh, yeah, that would go over well. And not just any slytherin's help, it would have to be either Daphne or Pansy.

"You'll have to ask Daphne. She's less angry at you too, she'd more likely help you than Pansy. Pansy is just like Draco in her hatred of you two, and it would actually take some prodding and she'd come to ask me first before she went back to the room…. Here." She took a paper out of their notebooks, scribbling a quick note on it, and folded it. "Give this to Daphne, tell her to grab my bag and give it to you guys."

"Whoa! No we're not." Ron replied.

"Do you want to fail History and be forced to take it again?"

"No...Where can we find her?" Elizabeth turned over to look at the clock that stood up against the wall.

"She'll be in potions for another 9 minutes, then she'll be free, so run now and wait for her to get out of class." Harry sighed and turned, his hand snatched Ron's shoulder and dragged him beside him. Elizabeth sat there calmly as she brushed her fingers through her hair and closed her eyes. It was the first time since that night that she was conscious enough to think. The dreams that Pomfrey forced her to have through medication were dark and barely there. Elizabeth was rested, but she was not fixed. The dream was still real. It still ate at her insides.

If Draco became like his father, then there is no way he could accept her for what she really was. Draco would already feel betrayed by her not telling him, but before, she had hope that she could show him that she was still the same girl that he laughed and studied with, her blood status shouldn't matter. But now it did.

The news of Death Eater raids all over London had not passed over her head so easily. She remembered them, remembered how afraid she felt to leave home at night, how she feared she would be found out during that weekend.

But her thoughts were interrupted as Harry and Ron came walking back with sour looks on their face.

"Daphne was the better bet?" Ron snapped with a look of anger.

"Trust me, Pansy would have stung you two for even looking her way." Elizabeth chuckled as she took the bag from Harry's outstretched hand, and pulled it open. She pulled out her notebook and sat it in her lap, she put the two books they rented from the library for the project and put them on her side table.

"What did that note say, anyway? She was cursing us until she opened the note and made this face, then she shut up real quick and went to go get it." Harry explained as Elizabeth broke out into a fit of giggles.

"I wrote Language in loud letters, then under it I put go get my bag and stop being such a bully." Elizabeth cackled as she put her hands to her face. "Oh! I'm going to get an ear full tonight but that's alright." Elizabeth laughed, her stomach began to hurt. Harry looked at her as she broke down into more laughter.

"So it's not us you do it to, you do it to them?" Ron burst into laughter to as Elizabeth laughed harder, only when Ron let out a small snort, he broke down into mad laughter, Harry joined in. The three of them laughed, tears rolled down Elizabeth's cheeks as she gasped for air, her hands at her sides as she tried not to die of oxygen depletion. It was a golden ray of enlightenment as Elizabeth looked to the boys before her, laughing as she did. These were the two boys she had practically grown up hating because her house and her friends hated them. But despite being of varying personalities, Elizabeth could see the two as they really were. They were human, just like her, and despite everything, she couldn't help but wish they had been sorted into Slytherin. Their help would have done her life justice, because had Harry been Draco's friend, had Ron convinced Pansy and Daphne their elitist views wrong, maybe she could tell her friends the one thing that held her away from them just the slightest bit.

It felt like hours later, they finished their project, the note cards, and were only left to put it all to pretty parchment and put it together. Their class would be fine. Elizabeth was finally free of the hospital wing, and she pulled on her clothing.

In her dark blue jeans, her white tank under her cream colors sweater that the sleeves were too long for her arms, her hair swung free in the air as she pulled her bag up over her shoulder and walked towards the common room.

It was past dinner, and the amount of people were sparse in the halls. Elizabeth had honestly just lost herself in her thoughts of the next project, the next class, making up homework she missed, when a hand shot out of the dark. A dark sleeve wrapped around her and pulled her into one of the alcoves of the dungeons.

There was no screaming as she found her back pressed up against a brick wall, and an angered Draco Malfoy there in front of face was full of worry and anger as he stood right in front of her, his hands planted firmly on the wall on the outsides of her shoulders.

"What the hell happened?" He snapped.

"Language, Draco." Elizabeth hissed.

"Shut it Marshall! I wake up one morning to hear that you had some horrible night terror and ran out into the yard and broke bones or something like that! What were you thinking!" His face fell into anger as he enclosed her closer. "How dare you think you're invincible, do you know how worried we were? We thought someone had hexed you! Greengrass and Zabini nearly gained detention twice for threatening giggling gryffindors, you scared us, Marshall!"

This was the first time Elizabeth was on the other side of the worry. Elizabeth was almost always the one 'moming' someone, threatening them and their life if they pulled another stunt. It felt so weird to be under his gaze the way it was. Draco had bags under his eyes again, as if he had not been sleeping in the least.

"I'm sorry." She whispered as Draco scowled deeper.

"Don't give me that, Elizabeth! What were you thinking."

"I had a nightmare, it didn't stop." Her voice was low and hoarse as she felt her body tremble. Don't tell him, her mind screamed. Don't tell him. But she couldn't help it as he narrowed his eyes on her.

"What was it about?" His voice was lower, less intimidating, but still a threat to her life if she didn't spill. She wanted to keep it in, to lie, but Elizabeth couldn't help the words that spilled out of her trembling lips.

"You were a death eater, you killed me at a masked ball, and I was helpless to stop you." She whimpered as his eyes widened. He pulled away instantly, his heart was on his sleeve, she could see it shatter before her. That her dream, her nightmare was him. He was what sent her into a crazed frenzy that nearly broke her soul.

"You're...Afraid… of...I'm…" He looked away from her.

"But! Draco!" She put up her hands, killing the space between them with a soft smile, "It's okay, it was just a nightmare, no harm, no foul. I mean, you're not a death eater, so it's not like it's a premonition, I was just, surprised by the news of your father. Please don't look like a kicked puppy." She confessed, babbling in attempt to get him to look at her. "Draco… you're not a death eater, right?"

His eyes never met hers and she couldn't help it. Anger was now in her veins, hot and boiling in her blood as she took a step closer, he took one back. "I see you're-"

"Draco Malfoy, show me your arms!"

"Elizabeth, I-"

"Show me!" She snatched at his robes and he fought against her. They wrestled there in the alcove as she snatched at him harder and harder till she pushed him against a wall and ripped his button up shirt down the seam, down his arm, his robes flung off his body earlier in the wrestle. There it was, like a disgusting disease of the skin, dark, black, and it moved ever so slightly in front of her eyes.

"Marshall! You had no right!" He snapped.

"ME!" She put her hand to his throat, and for the first time since their fourth year when Granger had her wand to his throat, he looked scared for his life. Elizabeth shook her head as she pulled back, then without warning or hesitation, she slapped him hard across the face and turned from him.

"MARSHALL!" He shouted for her but she stormed towards the dorm rooms. The sounds of him rushing to catch up were muffled by her fuming anger. Elizabeth stepped through the portrait and right through a crowd of slytherin who looked wide eyed. As if she was a ghost.

"ELIZABETH!" Draco snarled, but as he stepped through the portrait, she was already up her side of the stairs and in her room. Draco looked to Pansy who stood on the stairs.

"Draco… what is wrong with the two of you?" She asked as her eyes shot between the stairs, and the ruffled Draco in his robes with rips and tears in it. "You look like you were attacked by a dragon." She whispered.

"Just! ...Go get her!" He snarled.

"I'll see what I can do." Pansy sighed with a look of confusion. Soft steps up the stairs, Pansy edged into the room and eyed the girl on her bed. Elizabeth was curled up with her pillows around her like a shield against the outside. "Elizabeth?" The brunette pulled out her wand, pointed it to the ceiling and circled it, with little effort, a curtain was cast around her bed, a magic curtain that muffled out the sound of others around them, and it fell and shut her out from the world around her. A sigh passed Pansy's lips as she saw Elizabeth curl up tighter, the small sight of tears as she pushed her face into the pillows.

Pansy turned from the door and walked down the stairs. Draco stood there, just as panicked as he looked earlier, but now there were no witness's. Pansy shook her head and he let out an audible groan and turned from Pansy.

"Draco, what did you do?" She snapped.

"Nothing." he snapped back.

"Friends tell!" She stomped her foot and the blond whipped around to look at her. "Now, I don't know what your problem is at the moment, and I know you don't plan on telling me. But you tell me right now, are you having an affair with Elizabeth?" Pansy hissed.

Draco's face softened as he sighed and shook his head. Pansy sighed as she stepped up to him and put a hand to his shoulder, catching his eyes as she softened her expression. "So how did you do this?"

"I don't know. I think she feels betrayed, somehow." Draco whispered.

"Why?"

"I can't tell you just yet, but I promise...I will."

Author's note: Thanks to my first official follower (Geekprincess143) of this story, I decided to update early.