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Disclaimer: Not JK Rowling, But Elizabeth Marshall and alot of what gets twisted is of my own creation

Chapter five:

Elizabeth awoke atleast a good three hours before she should have, due to her unusual bed time and found she was not only more exhausted then she was the day before, but she was more sore. What would happen to anyone who slept in their day clothes, with enough tears to fill a lake. She slipped out of her bed, cracking every bone she could before she stood and headed for the bathroom. Steam filled the room, the sting of magic that she was familiar with in the morning, but ten times more potent as she felt lacking for one or two reasons. She threw her caddy in the shower, whipped her clothes off her and let them crumble to the ground. The great thing about today was, it was the last day of the week. She only had to survive through classes today and she was home free for a whole weekend. She could locked herself up for two days.

Elizabeth didn't want to, but she always didn't want to see him. So in order to avoid the blond man of her nightmares, she cleaned up fast and pulled on a new uniform, new knickers, and pulled her hair into loose mess of a bun that somehow framed her face in that way that hair did when you wanted it to just not be in the way, and suddenly it was the best hairdo one will ever get and never be able to reproduce. Elizabeth stepped down the stairs tentatively, the long piece of parchement in hand and ready to work on it while she waited for breakfast.

Only, as she stepped into the common room, she found Draco sprawled out on the couch in a new shirt that was ruffled from sleep. Pretentiously ruffled, lying to passerbyers that he could ever pass for anyone else. Elizabeth made an irritated sound with her tongue and teeth, but couldn't find the darkness in her heart to leave him. He would be furious if she left him here. Well… Elizabeth sighed as she pointed her wand to him and whispered the words for the spell as he levitated off the ground and followed her as she climbed the boys stairs as quietly as possible. She entered Draco's room, the wards allowing her in as they always did. She settled him down on his bed and prompted herself to leave him there. To turn and let him sleep awkwardly and stiff in his clothes as she did.

But Elizabeth pulled his shoes off, put a pillow under his head, pried the blanket from under him and placed it over him, and let out another sigh. "I guess this means i have a reason to never trust you." She breathed as she bent down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "You could have trusted me."

Elizabeth left just as fast as she entered, her toes light on the stairs as she gathered her things and continued out the door. Despite it being against the rules, technically, that she was out of bed before students were allowed, she didn't care. She walked up the stairs and planted herself firmly in front of the great Hall's doors. When they opened, she would go inside. Firmly sat on the cold ground, she tucked her cloak under her to try and kill a small degree of the chill as she began on her parchment.

Half way through the long page, she heard the familiar steps of a professor come up towards her. "Five points from Slytherin for being out of bed without permission." Elizabeth felt her lips turn up as she slid the textbook out from under her knees and into the light to show Snape what she was doing. "Ten points for having the gull to do your homework out of bed without permission."

"To or from Slytherin?" She teased with a manipulating grin on her face.

"To." Snape sneered.

"I knew you liked my spark." She chuckled before she looked up. The dark haired man arched a brow down at her as her face spoke volumes to her emotional state. Her eyes still dark and almost opaque from the crying of last night. It was obvious how sore she was, how horrible she had to stretch to get up, how slowly she moved.

"What did you do, Miss Marshall?" Snape questioned with a light air of concern.

"I cried for hours till I passed out." The confession was like a slap to Snape in the teeth as she pulled her books up into her chest, her parchment hung from her hand to dry. Her cloak hung from her body, not magically tailored to fit like most students learned to do. She looked the mess. Snape waved his wand to open up the great hall and Elizabeth turned from him to step inside.

"Did it have to do with Mr. Mal-"

"He's a death eater." She interrupted. Snape stood still, a small, slightly peaked inhale of his nostrils, unable to be heard by Elizabeth who skulked forward, but noticeable to himself. She knew, and now his job was thirty times harder. Because Draco could not lose sight of what was important. His livelihood needed to be higher on the list than the emotions of Miss Marshall.

"You were not-"

"You knew and neither of you told me." She scolded with a cold shoulder to him as she pulled out her parchment and quill again. Her hand began to trace words on the paper, a notebook open to copy her edited version onto the parchment.

"Five point from slytherin for your tongue." Snape snarled, his feet brought him behind her.

"You actually think I care about the points system. Slytherin winning the house cup will never happen as long as Dumbledore is headmaster. It is a waste of my concern and time to worry about something so dull and idiotic as the point system. Especially since it's really only for first through third years." She spoke with a dull tone, as if she didn't blink an eye at his comment, or hold her breath. Everything was level and calm in her mind as she continued down her parchment. Her hand moved steadier and steadier.

"Then detention. Tomorrow, my office, after dinner." His hiss was low and venomous.

"Sure, why not. I've got nothing better to do than to do dull work for my traitorous teacher and his hidden snake godson." Elizabeth clipped back, her eyes dull as she turned to look at him. "Now, if you're done, I've got a project to finish, Binns expects Potter, Weasley, and me to present first today." She turned from him again.

Snape should have exploded and given her the worst thing he knew he could do to Elizabeth Marshall. But this girl was heart broken, she felt betrayed, afraid, and it was obvious that her heart and head were disconnected in hopes of keeping her sane and safe from the Hell around her. How pleasant, Snape thought, to be that able to disconnect ones heart from mind, all in the sake of saving one's soul. How easy it was for the young woman to step back.

"You have a talent, Miss Marshall." Elizabeth tensed up. "Don't forget that each talent has it's right time. Now… this time, is not the time or place to use one's talent." His voice drifted as he continued to the instructor's table. Elizabeth watched from the side of her eyes, they watched every step with the cold, soulless gaze as he slipped into his seat. Like the eyes of a hawk, Snape was fondly reminded exactly why Elizabeth had been sorted into Slytherin. He could never see her in any other house.

Elizabeth could never be in gryffindor, she was far too motivated by ambitions then by friendships and bravery. She was brave, and loyal, but she was far from kind and loving like that of a hufflepuff. And despite her need to know everything and study herself into a stupor, she didn't value knowledge as power like Ravenclaws did. Her was a need to better herself. She had the best grades because it was in her best interest to be good in class. Because it was seen good socially and elsewise to be good at what she did.

Elizabeth finished her parchment, grabbed a piece of toast and was on her way to pack her things when the sound of rapid, rushed footsteps fell in the air. It had been a good hour into breakfast, already a few others had filled the room, and Mcgonagall was seated two seats down from Snape. But every eye in the room turned to Draco as he stood in the doorway, his eyes showing pure panic and fear. Only, they landed on Elizabeth who cocked her brow up to him.

The world was slow as Draco slowly walked up to her. A few first years gasped as he stood beside her, his eyes on her as if she were a phantom of his past. "Elizabeth." He breathed lowly.

But Elizabeth stood up, her bag on her shoulder, she munched down hard on her toast. Her eyes were cold, not full of their usual emotions. As if she were truly dead, and dead to him. Draco let out a breath that everyone saw he was holding as she turned from him and walked around him. Every face was filled with such shock as the always power friends, Elizabeth Marshall and Draco Malfoy, seemed on other ends of the planet. Draco stood there, in the ice of stature, confused and lost as Elizabeth walked straight out of the Great hall. Mcgonagall shot a look to Snape who sighed and shook his head, his fork and knife working on a plate of steak.

Draco turned slowly to the retreating form that was Elizabeth. "But…"

But they always ate breakfast together. She always waited for him to finish before they left. Either with Pansy and Blaize, or with Bullstrode and Greengrass, hell, even with Crabbe and Goyle. But… never… without each other. Draco slumped into his seat and angrily coiled up. His body coiled as he stabbed at his food, nearly shattering the china.

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Elizabeth sat down at their desk and smiled, but it didn't meet her eyes as the boys sat next to her.

"I think we did okay." Harry murmured, his eyes turned to Elizabeth as she nodded. Then Ron, his face floored by her acceptance of their 'okay' performance.

"Do you think we'll do well?" Ronald pressed as Elizabeth put her things away in her bag and straightened out in her chair, to watch the next group.

"I do." She answered softly as she folded her hands in her lap. Harry cocked a brow to Ron, then looked to Elizabeth. He thought of prodding her, to see if she was inside, but the way her eyes snapped to look at him with such a cold, intense stare, he opted not to. Elizabeth turned forward, her shoulders relaxed back.

What felt like ages after that, the class was finally dismissed, and Elizabeth stood up slowly and pushed her chair in. "Have a good weekend, see you two on tuesday." She murmured softly as she passed the two of them.

"What the hell happened?" Ronald blurted out.

"LANGUAGE!" She shouted over her shoulder. The two looked at each other then rolled their eyes as she left the classroom and headed away from the common room. He would be expecting her there, plus Pansy and Daphne would be there. Library would be her next place, but too many people studied on friday in the library, plus, the last thing she needed was to run into a slytherin student.

As her mind ran a million miles a minute, her feet took her up the stairs, only to realize they were moving. Auble groan and huff left her lips as she climbed up and await for the stairs to move to a level. "Who put moving stairs in a castle for children, honestly." She hissed as she stepped off and headed left.

To her left, funny as it was, was the Hospital wing. She thought of faking a disease or illness just to hide away from her friends for a bit. But as she went to go into the wing, she caught a glimpse of a portrait frame. The same dark black with hints of silver and green in it. It was still empty.

Elizabeth turned to it, her feet found their way up in front of it as she eyed it with furrowed brows. Whose frame was this supposed to be. Her eyes looked up and searched for frames. It seemed this was the only one on this hall. It was a little massive. Honestly it reminded her of the Helga Hufflepuff portrait near the hufflepuff dorm, and the Gryffindor portrait in the towers. It was big enough to be a founders portrait, but as she looked around it, up into it, nothing. There was no one. A light grace of her fingertips on the frame, however seemed to bring movement to the frame. When she touched it, silver, metallic snakes slithered from under the frame towards the middle. They seemed so realistic, that Elizabeth moved to touch them, and when her hand left the frame, they sizzled and disappeared into a dark void that was the frame.

Curious!

She put one hand on one side, and the other on the other, and watched as snakes once against crawled out and slithered across the frame. Elizabeth leaned in close as the frame made a look like it was full of water that rippled under the snake. That's when her eyes caught hold of something that began to float towards the surface. It was a face, it floated towards the surface and when the face opened their eyes, black and yellow snake like eyes, she let out a small shriek and let go of the frame.

"Elizabeth?" The brunette whipped to her right as Hermione Granger stood there with furrowed brows, books always pressed to her chest.

"Granger!" Elizabeth gasped for air, her eyes moved back to the picture frame only to find it was still empty. The snakes were gone, the rippling water was gone, and so was the face. "What a pleasant surprise…" Elizabeth mumbled to herself as she turned back to the wild mane of a girl.

"What were you doing with that frame?" Hermione asked. Elizabeth flinched inwardly as she looked away from the girl, afraid to answer. The truth was that she didn't quite know. The problem being with confessing that, was telling Granger would injure not only her pride but other things. Elizabeth wanted nothing more for the wild maned woman to leave her be, to go scurrying back to her imbeciles and leave her to play with the idiotic portrait frame. But curiosity struck her again as her eyes turned to the frame.

"I'll tell you if you touch the frame, just… touch it." Elizabeth watched as Hermione narrowed her eyes. She was not gullible, everyone knew that. Being friends with Weasley's obviously offput her from participating in pranks. But Elizabeth narrowed her eyes back at Hermione. "I'm experimenting, just touch the frame." Elizabeth hissed.

"Fine!" Hermione huffed and stormed over, her hand slapped against the frame. Nothing. It held still and the two of them cocked their head to the side. As if Hermione expected something to happen, as much as Elizabeth did, the two eyed it. Hermione slowly pulled her hand back from the frame and looked to the long haired brunette. The slytherin girl stepped up beside Hermione and planted her hands softly on the frame and watched with wide eyes as the Snakes appeared.

"Is that what you meant?" Hermione whispered.

"I think, it has something to do with the houses, but I'm not sure." Elizabeth replied, her eyes searching the frame. Just as it had before, the water in the frame began to texture the dark abyss.

"It does look like a founders frame. Do you think this is Slytherin's?" She leaned in too. Elizabeth cocked her head slightly, Hermione followed suit. Just as they stared in firmly, the face began to unfold itself under the water surface of the abyss. The snakes circled and danced out of the water, onto the edges of the frames. Elizabeth tensed herself.

"If it is Slytherin, then he'll-" The face appeared and the snake like eyes opened dramatically and narrowed on the two of them.

"FILTHY MUDBLOOD!" Elizabeth yanked her hands back, teeth gritted as she looked to the blank portrait frame.

"Definitely Salazar Slytherin." Hermione huffed, and Elizabeth turned. Suddenly, realizing, that Hermione Granger believed the man screamed at her and not at Elizabeth. The one who summoned him, the one he looked at, despite both of them being directly in front of the picture frame, was really the one he screamed at. Not the one who was outed as a Mudblood, not the one who looked ready to shoot the portrait. Elizabeth flinched inwardly as she looked to Hermione.

"I'm sorry." Elizabeth breathed and the curly, crazed one snapped her head up. Eyes filled with light tears, she rubbed them with her cloak sleeves. "I, um, I." Elizabeth, for the first time in years, didn't know what to say. No intelligent words came to mind as Hermione stared at her with furrowed brows.

"I don't think I've ever heard you say it." Hermione added with a look of curiousity.

"It's not uncommon that some people find it a disgraceful moniker." Elizabeth defended coldly, her arms crossed across her chest. Pull away, seperate, distance yourself, Elizabeth reminded herself that Hermione Granger knew her as a Pureblood, Draco Malfoy's inner circle, the enemy.

"But you let Malfoy say it?" She added with a venomous whisper.

"Why is it that you and your boyfriends believe that I have ANY control over what Draco does? You three are completely obtuse!" Elizabeth snapped, her body turned from the frame and collected all his discarded items that fell in the first surprise.

"Thank you." Elizabeth went rigid as she continued to put together her things into her hands and bags. "For never saying it." Hermione added. Elizabeth stood up and turned slowly. Her eyes landed on Hermione's, over her own shoulder and her eyebrows up in a cold arch. A look she had perfected over the years of being a slytherin. Distance, her heart sank back into the abyss that was her soul as she inhaled slowly and shook her head.

"I didn't do it for the thanks, so do not thank me." Elizabeth spoke with a monotonous volume that would kill even the flat voice of Professor Binns. "Just, remind your boyfriends in superhero tights that I expect they're fully studied and caught up on the material for Binns class, and that this," She motioned with a finger of the circle of her, the portrait, and Granger, "never happened."

Bristled and cold like a serpent, Elizabeth turned and brushed past Granger, her eyes on the horizon as a cheerful voice woke them both up. "Miss Granger, Miss Marshall, how surprising to meet you both here."

Elizabeth's shoulders went still as she turned to see the Headmaster in the hall. "I was just leaving." She reminded and attempted to leave for the second time.

"Say good evening to Mr. Malfoy for me, then." Dumbledore mused and Elizabeth went deathly still. What was that fool playing at? Elizabeth didn't even risk turning, as she continued to walk down the hall and towards the stairs. He was up to something, and he knew way too much. Did he know that Draco was a Death Eater? Did he know something she didn't? He obviously knew about their small cold war. Something was in the air and Elizabeth didn't like it.

Elizabeth was no pawn.

Elizabeth was a queen of her own chess game! She would never be played, especially by an imbecile such as Dumbledore! No! She needed to get this under control and get herself back up on her chess board. Okay, so Draco was a Death Eater, she would have to use that to her advantage.

If the enemy believes you're an ally, does that not play to your advantage. Not that Draco was an enemy, but the man he worked for was. The man that called the shots hated her kind, there would have to be some sort of control. Elizabeth could not be murdered, not this close to having her hearts desire.

So it was necessary to fix and teach Draco at the same time.

She would make him see…

It was a matter of time and how to move her chess pieces.

Elizabeth stepped through the portrait and into the Slytherin Common room. Eyes shot towards her as she slipped up onto the love seat like she usually would. Draco shot up in his skin as she sat down, pulled out her novel that she had been working on and flipped it open. Draco turned his eyes on her as she flipped pages as if nothing had changed. Daphne sat up from the rug that she had sprawled on and looked to Elizabeth.

"Greengrass, staring is rude." Elizabeth mused with a smirk on her lips. Daphne grinned as she popped off the ground and slipped up between Elizabeth's legs, her back against the couch as she always did and pulled her own book into her lap. "What's caught your fancy now?" Elizabeth chuckled.

"It's the new Lord Tolian series where the witch is out on her own in a world that's blown apart by war." Daphne purred as she settled against the cushions.

"That sounds fantastically depressing." Elizabeth chuckled as she closed her book. She pulled the strawberry locks from off her lap and put her novel on one leg. She leant back in the loveseat, head rested back and closed her eyes. Draco was still looking at her with a long, dark stare.

"If you continue to look like that, your face will get stuck that way, Malfoy." Elizabeth bristled and never even turned to look at him. Draco snapped to his feet and stormed away, Elizabeth smirked for a second, then looked down to Daphne who looked up at her with a cocked brow. Her book back open, Elizabeth relaxed against the couch and pretended as if it never happened.

"Whatever he did…" Elizabeth cocked a brow up, but didn't move her eyes from the book, "Give him hell."

But wasn't he already in hell? Elizabeth reminded herself that she didn't know the whole story and she needed him to explain it. But he had to be angry enough, he needed to be furious, he needed to explode it out to her.

The problem being, she didn't know how much she had to poke him like a bear and she was the one holding the stick, until he bit her. Would he eventually bite her?

There was no telling, until she got him to either tell or bite her.

Pawn to E 4.

Author's note: As I finished writing Chapter ten, I figured I would upload this chapter for yal. Also, as a thank you for Mrs. Sorbo for the first to review. =)