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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 Eight:
Elizabeth sat in three broom-sticks, her chin in her hands as she traced her finger around the bag. Draco had neither shown his face or been around since she found him like that two nights ago. He didn't go to classes, he practically dropped off the face of the earth and she was willing to give him the space he obviously wanted. Was he ashamed that someone caught him? Or was he just sleeping? Had a magic draining done so much damage to him?
Elizabeth felt guilty then that she had not done anything to see if he was okay. She just up and believed he would wake up the next day and fight his way out to see her. What if he was honestly damaged! Elizabeth pushed her bar-stool up to the bar more and hung her head. She was a horrible… what was she now? Girlfriend? Snogging buddy? Was she still just Elizabeth?
With a sigh, her hand played with the clasp on his bag one more time before her body went rigid when it flicked open. Her eyes shot down as she looked to it. The box! Curiosity hit her like a train at high velocity as she looked over the black box. What could he have hidden in it? Elizabeth looked over it before she heard the door to the Three Broomsticks open and she jumped so much she stuffed the box back in the bag and stumbled towards the bathrooms.
What was she so nervous about? Alot, because when she turned to look out towards the door, she saw a few faces, one of which was Draco. He looked out of air, he looked sick as always. Worried. She could read it from the entrance to the bathroom. She should return his bag, he was probably worried about his wand.
But Elizabeth turned from him and walked to the bathroom and shut herself in a stall. The box on her knees, she flipped it open. She just needed to see what he had been working on so much that he drained himself.
Inside was a necklace and her heart nearly snapped. An echanted necklace, she could feel the zap of the enchantment without even putting her hands near it. Maybe it was anger, or just confusion, she snapped the box shut and sat there on the toilet in silence. What was she doing? Snooping on him? Was this about her distrust that he would never tell her the truth about the Death Eater activities? Or was this pure curiosity of what her boyfriend could be doing on his off time.
"Did I just use the word, Boyfriend?" She hissed as she stood up from the porcelain throne. Elizabeth tucked everything but the box in his pack. She fully meant to stand up and face him, to confront him publically about it. He couldn't lie to her then, could he? No, bad idea, because what if she forced him to use it on her and it was deadly. Elizabeth narrowed her eyes on the mirror in front of the stall as she stepped out. The box sat on the sink while she starred in the mirror.
Elizabeth nipped her bottom lip as she let her eyes fall down onto the box below her. She ought to just return it. But Dumbledore had said to take care of him, and that's just what she planned on doing.
The door to the bathroom opened and Elizabeth stood up straight as Katie Bell stepped through and cocked her brow at the brunette before her.
"Bell."
"Marshall." Elizabeth turned from the girl and continued to stare at the box. The dark haired girl walked into the stall and Elizabeth tuned out the sound of her using the stall, only for the idea to hit her. A smirk crawled on her lips as she pulled her wand from her sleeve and walked towards the door. As the stall door creaked open, Elizabeth locked the bathroom door and pointed her wand right at Katie.
"Ma-ma-marshall?" Katie stammered as Elizabeth stepped closer. Katie took a step back for every step Elizabeth took towards her.
"I'm sorry to do this to you, Bell, I really am. But it's nothing personal." Elizabeth cooed, "I just need you to deliver something for me." Katie's mouth hung open before Elizabeth sighed. "OBLIVIATE!"
A huge flash went through the room as Katie's eyes nearly rolled back in her head, Elizabeth needed to keep her spell under control. The spell sat at the back of her throat and she hated the idea that it had to come down to this. Elizabeth bounced a bit in her feet, she needed the nerve. She had to mean it! "IMPERIO!" She snapped with every ounce of darkness in her soul that she could muster. Katie jerk, her body rocked hard against the wall as tears actually fell down her cheeks. Mean it, she had to mean it! Elizabeth gritted her teeth and jabbed her wand again in the direction of Katie who gasped for air, her cries ever silent at the back of her throat. "You will deliver this box to Dumbledore, immediately. You walk out of here and head straight back. You don't remember why, just that you have to. Don't let anyone stop you, got it?"
Katie was up on her feet and she walked away but Elizabeth fell to her feet. Her heart in her throat, she felt like her whole world would stop. An unforgivable curse, she had used it. It had been so easy, just another spell, but this one took a physical toll on her body. It ate at her bone and bone marrow as her heart came to the realization. If she ever… EVER was found out, she'd be in Askaban for life. She could never let anyone know.
Elizabeth stood in the bathroom as the girl walked slowly, as if half asleep with the box towards the door. Before she knew it, Katie was out the door and headed straight for the front door, box and a few wrapping in hand. Elizabeth held back for a moment, the bag to her chest as she closed her eyes and inhaled slowly.
"Did I just send a gryffindor to deliver a deathly hexed necklace to my headmaster?" Elizabeth moaned, her eyes turned to her reflection. With a shake of her head, she pushed off the bathroom wall and followed the path of the girl right out of the bathroom and out of the three Broomsticks. Elizabeth followed the girl with her eyes as she shuffled and headed towards the snowy entrance of Hogsmaede.
"Elizabeth." She turned slowly at the warning sound of a masculine voice behind her.
"Yes Blaise?" She smiled softly as the boy cocked a brow to her.
"If you want to escape without him seeing you, you'll go now."
"ELIZABETH!"
"Too late." The two echoed and turned to Draco who stormed from an alley way towards her. "Blaise, best if you evacuate." Blaise grimaced but past her quickly as Draco reared up close to her. His hands clenched her biceps hard and looked her in the eyes.
"What did you do?" He snarled, before his eyes dropped to the bag in her hands. "Can I have my wand back please?"
"Sure!" Elizabeth quipped before she reached in and snatched up his wand and handed it over to him. "I had to make sure you would stay in bed."
"Well, I'm rested and already collected three detentions for missing class, thank you." His voice was sour, but his eyes darted back and forth between her and the bag. "Was there… anything else, in there?"
Elizabeth smiled as she handed him back the bag and shook her head. "I found you passed out in front of the portrait early in the morning, so I dragged you back in. Your wand was really all that was in the bag other than this ugly wrap." She shrugged. A lie, a filthy lie that she gave right to his face.
"Anything else?" He questioned. He knew she was lying. He was giving her a chance to change her answer. Elizabeth put a hand to his cheek and pulled his lips into hers. Like warm hot chocolate to her soul, he pressed into closely, his fingers driven into her hair as snow flakes kissed her cheeks and melted on her skin.
"A necklace." She confessed.
"You didn't…"
"Do I look that dumb to you?" She cocked a brow. Draco shook his head and leaned his forehead against hers. "I sent it to dumbledore, with the messenger no idea who sent it. I don't know what you're doing Draco, but you've got to stop lying to me!" Draco cocked his head to the side and sighed. He wrapped his arms around her as she put one arm around his torso and the other tucked around his shoulders.
"I can't tell you, without dragging you in it?" He mumbled into her hair.
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Elizabeth sat in the library, her eyes located down on the paper, but the words were nothing but a buzz. In her head rang and repeated in a skipping pattern of Draco's words. All she could think of was how horrible she had been, how miserable he must have been. Guilt churned in her stomach as she bit down hard on the gum inbetween her teeth and jumped when it made a horrible pop and grind sound. Without a thought to it, she spit it into the trash can with disgust. Wizard gum just didn't last like muggle gum did.
"Studying is hard when you're absent minded." Blaise teased as Elizabeth jerked again and looked up to the dark skinned boy. He cocked a perfect sculpted brow up at her with that same wicked grin that he grew to be famous for. The Malfoy smirk, the Zabini grin, the Greengrass wink, they all had their flirtatous parts. Except Elizabeth, she found that her evil mastermind flirting abilities were very lacking. This all, leaving out the fact that Blaise didn't flirt, he didn't grow out of the small tree of friends he had.
Blaise really only grinned to Pansy, Daphne, Draco, and of course, Elizabeth. The brunette smiled softly and waved for him to sit down. He slipped into the chair effortlessly as Elizabeth let out a sigh. "I Guess I'm a bit absent minded."
"A bit?" He snorted as he pulled out his own notebook and potions text.
"I'm just trying to work out this riddle in my head, but it doesn't seem to give any clues." Elizabeth babbled as she put her fingers to her forehead and ran her fingers through her hair. Her fingers dug into her scalp as she looked across the table to Blaise. The slytherin classmate cocked a brow at her before he shook his head, apparently disapproving of her vague terms. Another sigh fell off her lips. "I don't even know what I'm reading, it's just utter nonsense in my head."
Blaise took the book careful and flipped it, before he eyed Elizabeth suspiciously. "Salazar Slytherin?" He questioned.
"What? Oh! Aren't you curious, why ever rule is set the way it is? Why muggle-"
"Oh no, not the mudblood speech again." He growled and shoved the book towards her. "Elizabeth, you know my thoughts on Blood traitors and Mudbloods." She flinched as he looked away from her.
"Blaise, you know I'm not an elitist like you." She whispered. "I was just…" Wanting to know if Salazar could forgive mudbloods. If Muggle borns ever could be accepted. Many more things. Many things she knew he couldn't accept, because that was his opinion. An opinion he was rased with and never told no.
"I think you've been force fed too many opinions from Pott-head and Weasel." Blaise snarled. Elizabeth sighed, she was not going to win this fight, and if she ever was, it was not now. Without completely outting herself, she would have to wait and push the idea slowly.
"You're probably right." Elizabeth grumbled. "They've even got me losing my place in class, I don't know what I'm going to do if Professor Binns hears me snapping at them again. He's already said my temper will, and I quote, 'Get me killed, or worse, convicted of murder.'" She added with flare of the temper tantrum just the other day. Harry and Ron had been muttering something or other about Malfoy and she had enough. It was one thing for them to be there, another for them to talk about Draco like they actually knew them. She blew up… and Professor Binns decided to cut class early to talk to her about her temper. Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the memory of them.
"I bet." He snorted. "Murder for grammar mistake." He teased as he grinned up from his text book. Elizabeth slapped his hand gently and shot him a look.
"I am not homicidal, but I can change. You can be the first." Elizabeth tugged her book back under her eyes and looked down at the pages. Read, she reminded herself. Find something to keep busy. Blaise's gentle snickering died as he also dug into his book. For a moment she was lost in the narrative, first count words about Salazar and his life.
Her fingers flipped the lid shut and she was about to stand up when the sound of forceful foot steps came her way. Elizabeth looked up at Blaise who looked even more confused, and the two turned slowly to Elizabeth's left to look at a enraged mane of brown hair that never could be contained and a red tie with yellow mixed in.
"Granger." Elizabeth flinched, her nose scrunched up in surprize and in slight pain from the personal space issue that Hermione seemed to plague her with.
"You're dating him?" Hermione snarled.
"What in Merlin's beard are you talking about?" Elizabeth groaned as she shoved her chair backwards so she could stand and be just above Hermione's head. The brunette only took a step closer and invaded the pale slytherin's space more.
"Draco! You're dating Draco Malfoy." It was as if she was accusing her of something. Now this is where Elizabeth couldn't place herself comfortably. Blaise obviously had no care what she said to Granger, but it was clear as day that she say something to make her leave. As much as Elizabeth refused to drop to Blaise's level of derogatory terms, but it was time to put in a back bone. If she didn't, Blaise would look at her like he always did and assume she wasn't as elitist as he, then ask Draco why Elizabeth could ever think of Muggleborns as human. It physically hurt to think of what to say to Hermione.
But there was no turning back, she was on the board, she was no ones pawn and she would not be murdered by her loved ones because of her beliefs. She was just not that kind of person. Elizabeth mentally apologized to Hermione as she narrowed her eyes at the brown haired maiden. Distance, detach, ice. The ice bitch was back.
"I don't know why you're accusing me of such a thing, when it is clear as day that Draco and I are dating. Does it bother you some how, or does it irritate you because you believed us somehow equal and now I'm betraying you. Just because I've been kind to your imbecilic best friends in class does not mean we're friends, Mudblood. I don't know you, and my relationships are none of your business."
Blaise grinned wickedly as he pushed up and brushed past Granger. The look of betrayal in Hermione's eyes only made the guilt burry Elizabeth's emotions more. Ice. Cold as Ice. Bishop to H3.
"There it is…" Hermione whispered as Elizabeth threw the book under her arm and stepped around the girl.
"Where what is, Granger?" Elizabeth growled lowly as she whipped towards Hermione.
"The Slytherin I knew you were." Hermione hissed as Elizabeth cocked a brow to the girl.
The slytherin girl let out a small snort as she brushed her hair behind her shoulder with one hand. "Granger, I'll let you in on a secret." She leaned closer to Hermione who in returned flinched. "I've always been a slytherin, I'm in the house for a reason. Your feelings mean less to me, then the goals and ambitions that I have ahead of me." And with that, she swivelled on her mary-janes quickly and followed Blaise out of the Library.