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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 seven:

Elizabeth sat on the barstool next to Draco as Slughorn continued on his instruction of the potion. Elizabeth had her eyes downcast as she looked through her notebook. Only, it was a small touch on her thigh that had her jump in her skin and rip her eyes to Draco. He smirked to her, his eyebrow cocked. Her face scrunched in anger as she looked to his with such disdain it could curdle milk as she looked away from him, a hand went to his on her leg and swatted it away.

A minute went by and she got up to gather a piece of material for their potion and as she turned to brush by him, his hand trailed up the inside of her leg and she nearly fell over. Elizabeth shivered, but shot him a dirty look that ought to have killed him. Weasley and Potter cocked their brows up as she turned from him and saw them both looking at her with such funny looks.

"Don't you two have potions to work on?" she snapped. Granger made a snort from behind them as she passed the two boys and headed for the ingredient cabinet. Elizabeth scowled and whipped back around to Draco.

"Will you stop that! We're IN class!" She whispered lowly in his ear. As she pulled away his lips stayed curled up.

"What?" She snapped with a stomp of her foot. Only then, did she see what was in his hand and her eyes went wide. How… in the… "You little thief, you! How! I will!"

"Is there a problem here?" Slughorns usual jovial voice jumped Elizabeth up and turn to smile at him. She dance lightly back and forth on her feet as she tried to edge her skirt even further down her thighs.

"A-a-a-a Problem? No sir!" She found herself a bumbling fool that she never was. "Just joking, Draco and I will get back to work sir." She babbled as the man chuckled and passed on. Only for Elizabeth to turn with a look of pure anger on her face.

"You look precious," He snickered as he winked at her, and tucked the item into his pack. Her panties, her expensive silk panties that she liked so much she wore them when she felt she needed the confidence. They were black with silver lace embrodiery. He took them! HOW DID HE EVEN!

"I will end you." She hissed darkly as he stood and brushed past her.

"If you do that, you'll never get them back."

"How did you even do that." She snarled, her feet kept her next to him as they collected their ingredients slowly and tucked away from everyone else. There was no one else around them to hear as it was. Elizabeth lit the fire under her cauldron and lit the fire under his as she always did, but she thought of not doing so. He walked confidently back to their work desk and Elizabeth tried to ignore his blatant dismissal of her question. She tried to ignore the fact that her nether regions were exposed if she moved the wrong way. She tried to ignore she could feel every breath of air in the room and how it was most distracting.

"You're going to burn it if you don't focus hard."

"One can't focus if they're not fully equipped." She snapped back. But Draco only chuckled under his breath as they stirred. Elizabeth tried to focus, tried to keep her mind on her potion. But when she jittered her way up to the desk and slipped the vial into Slughorns hands, he looked up at her with a questioning look.

"Barely a pass, Miss Marshall." He teased.

"Sorry sir, Binns just finished with our projects, my mind wasn't where it should be." She stammered, her words tried to fix her, make it less pathetic that she let Draco get to her. That she let his games stop her from always making perfect potions. That's when she turned and saw Potter's.

"How did you do that? Again!" Elizabeth blurted out as he received a perfect score. "You never match my grade or do better!" She felt the venom in her voice as she looked up to the smug look on Harry Potter's face. Smug little imbecile. He was cheating! He was cheating somehow!

"I'm just that good." He snickered and Elizabeth felt the itch in her hand to react but she didn't. Instead, she stood up straighter, pulled her bag to her form and whipped on her heel. Her hands kept her skirt in place as best she could as she stormed right out the door and away from the smug gryffindor and his two lackies.

Her feet dragged her further and further down the hall until a hand reached out and she was in one of the many empty classrooms for studying. That dark, shadow covered hand was Draco's and without warning, he had her in his arms and the door locked behind her. A gasp left her mouth as she stumbled back into a desk and her hands shot out to keep her up on her feet as Draco stood before her.

"Draco! What are you doing!" Elizabeth was close to having a heart attack. Granted, it was pay back for how roughly she approached him just the other day. How surprising she had been. He cocked a brow, his lips ever curled in that Malfoy famous smirk as he knelt before her. Her heart was in her throat as he gently lifted her feet one by one. Without meaning to, she let him push her rear just barely on the desk so that her feet dangled just barely on the floor, barely grazing the stone. Her hips pushed out, she watched as he inched her knickers right back up her legs. He had the cloth inbetween his teeth as he tugged it up the inside of her legs and her spine was straight up and down.

"I...Wha-wha-what are you doing?" was this what he made her? An unintelligent mess? Unable to speak, unable to move her lips. His chuckle vibrated against her thigh as he let his teeth release her under garments just a few inches from inside her skirt. Her face burst red as he kissed her knee, then shifted. Her skirt pushed up her hips and exposed all but the tip of a place she hadn't really exposed to anyone. Not really.

Who wanted to sleep with an uptight know-it-all, other than Draco. Honestly! Blaize never showed interest, and the two idiots Crabbe and Goyle showed interest once, until she scolded them for a whole month long. It was Draco who ever flirted with her. Was that twisted?

"Draco. I don't… I'm not…" She stammered as she shot up from the desk, her hands snatched her under garments and ripped them up her legs. The only flash he got was of her knickers that fully covered her. He put his hands out softly, he stopped her skirt above her undies, leaving her exposed in front of him. He was still knelt down on the ground, like she was worthy of his knees ever getting dirty.

"Hush, I know exactly what you are and aren't. I just wanted a potion grade that was higher than yours for once." Her jaw fell open as he pressed a firm kiss to her thigh and dropped her skirt down onto her legs.

"You are dead," Her words barely fell off her lips as he stood up and clasped her face with his palms.

"Oh, I'm not so sure you could kill me." He whispered against her mouth. Just like it had before, his kiss was hot and warm. Like fire, except the burn was inside his kiss unbeknownst to him. Sure, she would never kill him, not anymore atleast. But him… if he knew her blood status, he would surely never hesitate. Would he?

Her thoughts were ripped from her brain as his kiss turned intense on her mouth and she gasped to keep up. His hands gripped her sides as she pulled him in close and pressed the desk harshly into her legs as she pushed up to meet him kiss after kiss.

"We're bad people." She mumbled against his lips.

"The best, bad people." He teased back as he trailed a kiss down her cheek to her throat. "Come to hogsmaede this weekend." His air was hot on her ear.

"Give me a good reason to give up studying and I will." She whimpered as he nipped at the nape of her neck. Her body jerked into his hands as he massaged her sides, one hand slipped into the low dip of her back.

"You might be the only woman to debate necessity of studying with me, while I've got her, alone, in a classroom, ready to throw myself at her." He laughed as he pulled back. She cocked a brow up to him with a defiant look on her face.

"You didn't answer. You're trying to redirect because you can't find a good reason." Elizabeth countered, only to gasp as he pinched her sides just lightly. She narrowed her eyes. "I still haven't forgiven you for the theft."

"Will you hold it against me?" He wiggled his brows as she shook her head and his face hung. Elizabeth then pressed a kiss to his cheek and ducked from his hands. She had far too much to deal with to try and cater to his whims at the moment. Especially since she could feel where his mind was at, and he had it pressed against her abdomen for a good couple of minutes.

Draco wheeled around and grasped her hand, and she turned to look at him. "Elizabeth, you want this, thing… with me…"Elizabeth cocked her head at him as he slipped closer to her and looked down to her, "You want this, me, and not just what everyone says is the only reason to have me. You want me?"

Elizabeth broke into a soft smile as she ruffled his hair and watched as he frowned. "Draco, there are a million reasons why I shouldn't." She added.

"Give me one reason why you should, and I'll never ask this stupid question again." he nearly pleaded as Elizabeth furrowed her brows at him. "Elizabeth, I can't think of one, I sat up all night last night thinking of why you could have ever given in? You never have before, and you're not stupid. Something in your head that you're hiding from me, its there, that you need this for some reason. I will gladly play this game with you, if you give me one good reason." He looked at her with such stormy eyes. The lightening in his storm clouds lit up her soul as she saw it. Draco Malfoy was not nearly as dumb as anyone ever said he was. He saw and understood and kept up with her for almost 5 full years. He was not going to give up when he realized that she was playing at something.

"I'm not playing with your emotions, I'm just trying to protect myself." Elizabeth confessed softly as Draco pushed her chin up with a finger, a gentle storm cloud before her, not the raging storm from before.

"You're afraid that if you don't hold value, I won't keep you?" He whispered as if the air in his lungs was gone.

"Mostly that." Elizabeth looked at him. "And because I looked at you and I was for so long, afraid of losing your friendship if we broke down, But now… I guess the advantages out played the cons." She shrugged.

"Not everything can be explained with your logic, Marshall. Know that now before we get any deeper than this. Somethings can't be explained." Elizabeth nodded as he slowly let go of her hand. "Now go to the library before you rip my limb off because you're late for study with Daphne."

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Elizabeth stood up in the darkness, her eyes adjusted quickly to see the sleeping forms of Pansy and Daphne. Swiftly in her pajama pants and tank-top, she pulled her cloak on and held her wand out in the darkness as she trotted down the stairs and right out the portrait. Surprised that it had been that easy, she slipped up the stairs, her eyes strained to ensure that no one could sneak up on her, she stepped up continuous flights of stairs as fast as she could. Finally over near the hospital wing, she looked around then stood herself in front of Salazar Slytherin's portrait.

"Lumos!" She hissed and the hall lit, and her eyes were blinded for the moment. When everything finally adjusted, she perched her wand on a ledge on the wall and slipped up to the frame. Her hands on the frame, the snakes slipped out and went across the portrait. It was now or never to see if her theory was right.

"Filthy mudblood, you're back." He hissed as his yellow snake like eyes narrowed in the dim light of her wand. "Why is it so dark."

"It's after curfew. Actually, to be distinct, it's about one in the morning." Elizabeth stated before she gritted her teeth. "How do you know of my blood status?"

"I won't answer any of your imbecillic questions. You don't deserve to study here, you shouldn't have been allowed!" Slytherin snapped, angrily.

"Oh, so you don't want to know how your house is doing? Despite a muggleborn being allowed in? Oh! What about your supposed heir to the thrown being less than pureblood! OH! WAIT! I know, you probably don't want to know how the headmaster allowed all of this, because he's trying to fix one thing he messed over in the past. Probably don't want to know any of that." She shrugged, her thumbs left the frame. "I guess we can both just stand here until I am caught by my professors."

"I'll just leave." He snapped.

"Oh! Have fun. You see, your frame is summon based, meaning you don't want to be disturbed by anyone who isn't slytherin. Good for you since only people of your house can call on you. Bad for you, because as long as I hold this frame, you are to stay there and stare right at me." Elizabeth cocked a brow. "I looked you up and everything you did to ensure this. Too bad that it took a muggleborn to figure it out." Elizabeth quipped.

"So I suppose your incessant pathway around this frame for multiple days now was just to test this knowledge of yours." He cocked a brow right back at her as her lips twitched upwards.

"So you can see when you're emerged. That's good. Then you watched all these years of your house and the like walk by with little knowledge of you here at the school." Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at him. "Still doesn't explain how you know of my blood status."

"Think, Girl, how is it I know what your blood status is?"

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at him, only to look at her fingers and hands. They lay there against the portrait frame, the snakes swirled around the inside, but still, her hands covered a good space of the frame. "You can sense it through the frame." She hissed.

"Yes, Elizabeth Marshall, and the longer your hands are there, the more i learn about you." He added with a dark growl. "How is it you came to be in my house? You owe me an answer for one of your own." Elizabeth clicked her tongue against her teeth, ready to argue that she figured it out.

"All my professors say I exhibit what a Slytherin should be." She stated. "I was sorted with no qualms, all my housemates believe I'm a pureblood out of their own bias. I never agreed or denied these claims. I found friends higher up on the ladder, attached myself to them, and within months, I was just assumed to be one of the elite and no one ever questioned my lineage. Especially when I explained my parents had nothing to do with the ministry. It's easier for them to accept what I say then to question my actual lineage."

"I can see exactly why the hat put you in my house. Despite how it infuriates me so." Elizabeth rolled her eyes as she looked down the hall, then to the other direction. She would rather not be found out so late at night with the portrait frame shouting at her about being a muggle born.

"I have no other questions at the moment, but when I do, I know where to find the answers." She stated.

"Beat still my rapid heart beat." He groaned. "Let me go you insolent girl so I may ignore the fact you're in my house." Elizabeth sighed as she shook her head.

"You know, I'm starting to feel you're the insolent one, you old fool. I will call on you again." And before he could speak again, she detached her hands from the frame. The sound of foot steps brought her to jump in her skin and yank her wand to her. "Nox."

Darkness flooded the hall and she skidded down the edge of the hall, ducked around, when she looked to see who it was that walked down the hallway. It only took a second to see who it was, Draco. He stalked down the hallways with a drained look on his face and a jewelry box in his hands. His whole body looked drained and like he would die on the spot. Elizabeth went to step out and acknowledge him, demand answers when he collapsed on the floor and she was left standing there with wide eyes and her wand that she lit back to life. His wand faltered in his hand and slowly went out as she realized so did his consciousness.

Elizabeth scrambled to his side, her hands trembled as she thought of bringing him to Pomfrey. but the second she did, she realized she would have to explain her own being out of bed in the night. With a groan to herself, she tucked his box and his wand into the small bag he had with him and lifted him the best she could. It helped that she put a levitation charm under his toes and struggled with him down the stairs. The sounds of her heavy breathing filled her ears and she had to be ten times more careful than she had been before.

She turned out her wand three times and watched a suspicious head of house or prefect slowly walk in the opposite direction. She was at the portrait hole when the portrait near refused to let her in. Elizabeth was close to tears and ready to explode when she heard the password whispered softly behind her.

"Cobra Coils." Elizabeth's spine went rigid as she turned to see Dumbledore himself there, in the darkness behind her.

"Headmaster!" She jumped in her skin, nearly dropping the unconscious Draco. The portrait swung open as Elizabeth gulped down hard on the lump in her throat. "I was… he and I were…" Her voice crumbled into pieces as she realized she didn't even know what Draco was doing out late at night.

"Please ensure that Draco is taken care of, I know you always look after him, but it looks like his magic is drained this time." Dumbledore stated with a point blank tone before he turned and waved his hand to her. Elizabeth struggled under Draco for a second time and forced herself to stumble through the door and towards the stair case. This time she purposely dropped him on the floor and pointed her wand at him.

Dumbledore knew something. He knew what Draco was doing, he was rubbing it in her face. He was still treating her like a pawn! WHAT DID SHE HAVE TO DO TO STOP HIM! Elizabeth Marshall was not a pawn to toy with, and she refused to be a coward in his presence next time. Fine, he wanted her to ensure Draco's safety, she would ensure his safety. She would ensure that he never faced trouble, even if she had to stop whatever he was doing. Even if it messed with Dumbledores plans, she refused to let the man win!

Elizabeth followed Draco and his floating body up the stairs and dropped him half-hazardly on the bed.

"Late night?" Blaize teased from his mattress.

"Shut it Zabini. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid like wake up for classes! He is grounded, you hear me!" She snapped at him rather harshly.

"Yes, Mom." Zabini teased as Elizabeth whipped in the room and headed to the door only to stop and look to the bag that lay discarded on the ground with Draco's wand, and snatched it up.

"Tell him he'll get this back at Hogsmaede." Elizabeth snarled and walked right out of the room.

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