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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 Nine:

"So everyone is buzzing about it." Daphne grinned as Elizabeth rolled her eyes. A groan trickled from her lips as she looked up from her lap as Pansy continued to work on her hair. Parkinson's hair had grown so much in the last few weeks that they all decided to do their hair. But the only thing was that Elizabeth did not get to cut their hair. She could read all she wanted about cutting hair and styling, she was still helpless when it came to scissors and any sort of hair.

"Out with it, Greengrass." Elizabeth moaned. To be quite honest, she was not in the mood for Slytherin games. Besides, there were a whole slew of things the school was buzzing about. One of which was the topic she knew her best friend was itching to talk to her about. Draco and Elizabeth, the whole house saw her and him in the common room last night. She had been reading and he came in, nothing unusual, but it was when he sat down, scooped her up and placed her right in his lap without a fight that everyone paid attention. It was when she didn't even so much as give him a remark about distracting her, or how he leaned his head on her shoulder, more and more of it was obvious. No one wanted to ask, but everyone guessed, it had to be they were together.

"Don't move so much!" Pansy hissed as she swatted at her victim's ear. Elizabeth pouted.

"That you and Draco are going to the Malfoy home for christmas." Daphne wiggled her brows at the girl in the swiveling chair. Elizabeth grimaced as she thought the idea of Draco with no restrictions, no school rules holding him back, and an empty house for him to attack her in. Both in good and bad ways. If he killed her in his house, her mother and father would never see her again.

No, going to his house was a definite NO. She would have to go home for holiday, she always did. But if she wanted to keep Draco close, she would have to start to juggle some things. No job this winter, that would have to be pushed aside till the rest of the war was over. Or, atleast, just summer. Elizabeth would have to actually see them more than just parties. Make it real to everyone that she was a pureblood just hanging out and living with her pureblood friends.

"My mother would choke me with her expensive leather." Elizabeth snorted.

"Mine too!" Pansy laughed as she brushed down the long hair before her.

"Actually, I was kind of hoping to spend a week with each of you girls. My parents want to see me for one week, but I know you guys are going home. Maybe I could sleep over, we could go out for tea or the such." Pansy nearly dropped the brush. Elizabeth looked between the two and the mirror. "What?!"

"You… you want to stop work for one holiday to hang out with us?" Daphne's face was full of worry.

"Yes," Elizabeth grimaced. "If you don't want to, we don't have-" Pansy interrupted.

"Yes, we have to. Oh It's going to be so much fun. I'll write home and have the elves ready a room for you at my home. You can stay there and we'll run about. But Still, are you or aren't you going to spend some time with Draco?" Pansy asked eagerly as she finished up with the girl's hair before her. She snipped it a few times before it was even. She dusted the hair off of Elizabeth's shoulder and pointed her wand at the ground, without hesitation, their miniature sweeping broom brushed the hair into a dustpan and all the hair was gone. Quickly, Elizabeth stood up and stretched her arms above her head and sighed with happiness at the crack of her knees and back.

"Of course I'm spending time with him… I just don't know exactly how yet. I can't just invite him home, my parents would murder me for even thinking of a boy staying at the house. Not just a boy, the boy I just recently snogged in a classroom." Daphne's lips curled upwards. "What?" Elizabeth shot towards the strawberry blond. She grinned as she stood up and motioned for Pansy to sit next to her. The brunette slytherin girl watched as her best friends sat down and grinned at her.

"You didn't tell us that you guys kissed. So, what's it like?" Daphne wiggled her eyebrows.

"Really? With the eyebrow thing, so creepy." Elizabeth grumbled to the two girls. They barked with their laughter but didn't let her escape with that. They would demand answers. She would have to tell them. She forgot she hadn't told them that Draco and her kissed. To be honest, she forgot they had too, until she brought it up.

But like a tidal wave, when the memory came back, her face grew red and flushed. Her hands seemed to tremble lightly as she put them in her lap, her rear found the softness of the bed behind her. How was it to kiss Draco Malfoy? Like everything she didn't try to be. Passionate over silly things, a burning fire, enchanting. "It's like being dragged under water. You can breathe, but your lungs still realize you're suffocating so you can never catch you breath. He's always so…"

"Magical." Pansy finished with a teasing tone. Elizabeth shot her a look but Pansy only broke out into more laughter. "Calm down, Marshall I only said it because it's true."

"Doesn't it weird you out?" Elizabeth grimaced.

"What? That you and Draco? Ha! HAHA! No! Draco was fantastic, I'll tell you this now, I don't regret it, but we've always been better as friends. Because we had a few goes, we're more comfortable around each other, I can sit in his lap and not feel weird, there's no tension now. Just laughter because I know we're just friends." Pansy explained as she rolled her eyes. "You just worry about Draco and You, don't worry about anyone elses opinions of you two. Because the sooner you stop listening to strangers, the sooner you can enjoy the ride."

"Yeah, the ride." Daphne snorted as she winked at Elizabeth.

"And… I'm leaving now, good night girls." Elizabeth laughed as she stood up and moved towards the door.

"Going to see Draco?" They mocked but Elizabeth didn't hear.

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Elizabeth sat on his bed, Saturday couldn't have come soon enough. He sat against the wall and with a swift movement, wrapped his arms around her torso and dragged her back into his chest. Her shoulderblades against his torso as she rolled her eyes. Knees up and holding the book they were reading from, she leaned back so her head was on his shoulder, his chin rested on hers and he held her closer still.

"You're going to get nothing done like this." Elizabeth teased with a grin as Draco smirked. He slowly pushed the book to the side and in the process, took all the air out of Elizabeth's lungs. A gentle hand ran up her sides, his hands rested on her now bare stomach. Fingers traced ghost designs on her flesh as he turned his head and pressed butterfly kisses to her shoulder, then up to her throat.

A humm of sorts vibrated in Elizabeth's mouth as she felt her body fall more into his trap. It wasn't until she felt his fingers slip under her bra that she realized what was happening. She was helpless to stop it. Her hips slowly moved against the bed as his fingers traced frozen circles around her nipple. Lips parted, her back arched into his touch as Draco kissed with more pressure to her throat. His teeth finally grazed the nape of her throat and a whimper finally fell from her lips.

"I've waited for that sound for ages." He growled against her throat as his thumb slipped under her bra and he lightly pinched her hard nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Elizabeth's hips bucked like the traitor's they were.

"How are you… do-do-doing this." She whimpered, her eyes long since fluttered shut and rolled back in her head.

"I'm good." He chuckled, the feeling of his hot breath on her wet skin only brought goosebumps down her arms and across her stomach. Words escaped Elizabeth as she felt her one hand snatched at the cloth under her nails. She wrinkled it with delicious need as Draco's fingers moved from one breast to the other, torturous feelings shot down her spine into her core. Her other hand moved to get support, only to feel his thigh under her palm and she couldn't help it. It moved more and more center and without warning, Draco let out a gasp as her fingers grazed a very hard muscle inbetween his thighs. His lips and teeth came down hard on her neck, his fingers wrapped around her breast as she gasped for air.

"Be careful." He murmured as he butterfly kissed her neck as an apology for the now dark hickey that was growing.

"I've been told that before." She grinned with cheek as she slowly turned in his arms. There it was, a magnetic pull in her stomach, a yank to her core as she looked at him. Lust, that's what it was supposed to be called. But there was so much more to that when she looked at him.

A snatch of his hair, a yank of his lips against her, it was rough, it was sloppy, it was heated. He lunged into the kiss and pinned her to the bed, his knees hard against the mattress as she kissed him with all the passion in her stomach. It felt so foreign to her, to need and want and demand something so intimate. Her hips lifted by his hand gently, she couldn't help how easily her ankles were found wrapped around his hips, her feet rested against his lower back.

There was a small wish for her to have worn pants, but here she was, in her school skirt, all fluttered and pushed up against her abdomen and her panties the only cloth on her body between him and her. The pressure sent tingles up and down her legs, light whimpers trickled into his mouth through their kiss as his hips found themselves pressed against hers.

His kiss stopped as he nearly lost all the air in his lungs as she lay there against his matress, hair wild and lips red and bruised. "Come home with me over the holiday." he begged with eyes that traced her figure against his bed.

"What? So no one knows where I am and I'm helpless to your advances?" She teased, but the whole thing was, it was a real threat. If Elizabeth ever stayed at his place, she would never forgive herself for the danger she put herself in. If her secret spilled, he'd kill her. If it didn't… then would they not end up in the same position, but with less clothes and more than a kiss between them.

Elizabeth barely know how she felt about lying to the man she wrapped her arms around, how would she live with the guilt of sleeping with him and knowing he'd hate her for it later.

"Yes and no. I want to see you over the holiday, not just a letter and one appearance at Daphne's annual christmas ball." Draco murmured. "If I happen to convince you to let me to strip you of your knickers, well, then that's an added bonus." He winked at her.

"And they say chivlary is dead." Elizabeth teased. "But I am going to be there this winter. I've already arranged to sleep over at Pansy's for a whole week and Daphne for a week as well."

"Spend the last week with me. You don't have to stay at my home, but just meet me, in the park, every day." He demaned as she cocked a brow at him.

"Do you even know the statistics of diseases from having sex in wild grass." She added.

"So, you were thinking of fucking me, I knew it." He grinned only to gain a swat upside his head. But his lips were still curled up in a smile. "I'm not demanding, I just hope you'll make time for me too." He whispered as Elizabeth found herself studying his face. The way his cheeks moved when he smiled, the way it touched his eyes, the way his stormy eyes lit up and seemed alive. The first time in months that she saw the real Draco. Her Draco, the one who could see loving, here he was again.

"9032 Golligan Lane, London." She stated softly.

Draco furrowed his brows before he pulled back. "Where is that?"

"My parents will be in America for two weeks of the holiday, come to my house. I'll show you my extensive collection of cook books." She whispered as Draco looked down at her. Slowly, she felt her lips curl up into a smile, gently a chuckle of his escaped his lips as he leaned down and pressed their lips together in something others would describe as intimate and affectionate.

Elizabeth felt the air in her lungs disappear as Draco pressed a kiss from her lips to her cheek, then one next to her ear. "You know the best way to a man's heart is his stomach, the other is putting his-"

"OKAY! THAT'S ENOUGH!" Elizabeth cried out as she shoved him hard on the shoulders and scrambled up off the bed. Draco snickered as she clawed her hair back to normal and glowered at him. "Besides, I've got homework to work on."

"Oh really?" Draco let out a snort.

"Yup, in History. Potter and Weasly have arranged to meet me in the library in a few minutes." Draco's face went dark. "Don't give me that." She hissed and watched his lips purse. And with that, she bent over and in a woosh scooped up her hair and pulled it into a messy ponytail. Elizabeth bent over towards him on the bed, stole a kiss from his mouth and grinned at him.

"We need to talk, later." He growled lightly against her lips as she slipped her flats onto her toes and wiggled her feet into them.

"About what?" Elizabeth feigned innocence as she stood up and dusted off her blouse.

"Katie Bell." Draco narrowed his eyes. "She was never in the plan, and now you've put her in it. I don't know what you did to her-" Elizabeth crossed her arms and cocked a brow at him. Draco had the unfortunate problem of control, and when it was not in his hands, he began to freak out. Which she could see in his veins now. Panic and uncertainty, whatever it was that he was after, that he refused to let her in on, it was going to slowly eat him up inside.

"I will take care of her." She whispered and whipped on her heels towards the door.