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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 eleven:

"Yes, Mum, I'm home alone. No mum, I'm not going in to work. Of course not, it's holiday and I'm a

sixth year, I told you the significance of my tests this year." Elizabeth spoke as she lay on her bed in her stretchy shorts and tank-top, her fingers swung her bra above her head. The phone pressed lazily to her ear with one hand as she danced her foot to the light music in the background.

"Ha, yeah, right, I'm about to get kidnapped by the million of psychopaths who live in the hoity toity neighborhood of London. Mum, we live next a high end lawyer and the guy across the street is in Scottland yard. I doubt I'm about to die in the next life-time." Elizabeth laughed as she sling shot her bra across the room and pushed her toes up into the air. She danced and wiggled her toes as she listened to her mother over the phone.

Letters were fine, but it was so much better to hear her voice over the phone. Elizabeth ruffled her mess of hair with her fingers. That's when the doorbell rang and she sighed. "Sorry, Mum, someone's at the door. I'll call you before I go to bed, alright? Right… Yes… Love you too," With that, she clicked the button and swung herself up off the bed and onto her feet. A scrunchy in one hand she pulled her hair up on the top of her head and twirled the locks around into a messy formation as she trotted down the stairs. Her bare feet felt cold against the slick bamboo flooring as she round the bend in her living room and came upon the opening hallway to her front door.

She pulled over the door, expecting to see one of her neighbors to just say hi. They all knew the Marshall's sent their daughter to an expensive academy for most of the year, and a few of them were so friendly with her parents. They ate at the restaurant, saw them on the telly every once in a while when they turned on the cooking channel.

But when the brunette opened the door, instantly she regretted not wearing a bra. Her hands instantly went to her chest to cover herself and yanked down on the tank-top that was obviously exposing her stomach. She felt practically naked.

"What are you doing here!" She hissed darkly as Severus Snape stepped in and shut the door. "How the… How are you even here!"

"Will you go dress yourself girl, we have much to talk about." Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at her professor.

"Not until you explain what you are doing in my house!" She stomped her foot.

"I'm here about Draco." He answered finally and she huffed. With her free hand she waved for him to go sit in the living room as she whipped around and hussled up the stairs, all while still holding her chest with her hands. She felt so naked despite wearing a thick tank-top and shorts. Once she was in her room, she shut the door and pressed her back up against it.

Quickly she stripped of her shorts and shimmied into a pair of jeans, flipped off the tank-top and pulled on her bra and a new, longer tank-top, and a blouse to go over it. Elizabeth pressed her back to the hallway wall as she listened for movement. But she heard nothing. Slowly she edged down the stairs, her ears perked.

"Are you going to do that all day or get down here and talk with me?" She huffed as she rushed down the stairs and rounded the corner and right into the living room. It was weird to see Snape in just suit pants and a button up, always black, but still less than his sweeping robes and shadowy flow. He seemed almost human now, especially after what had transpired between them just a week or so ago.

"How did you find me?" Elizabeth snarled as she settled onto the love seat across from him. "I never listed my home at Hogwarts, I never let anyone know where I was or what neighborhood I lived in."

"I am your professor, if I couldn't find you at your own home while you're not actively trying to hide from me, what kind of teacher would I be?" He rolled his eyes.

"Fine, I'll give you that but-"

"Who knows you're a muggle-born." Elizabeth's heart stopped as she couldn't hide the fear in her eyes. "No one knows then, good."

"You can not tell anyone. Only Dumbledore and yourself know, and i refuse to let anyone else know." She warned. He cocked a brow at her as she let her hands tremble. "Please, Professor…"

"So this is what you meant when you feared Draco would kill you. You're not important to him, not only because of your parentage, but because they're muggles." He deduced her like an open book as she closed her eyes and folded her face into her hands. How hard was it to keep her secret a secret. This is what she got for doing the wrong things. She should have never gotten involved.

"It had been so simple before." Her voice wavered as she closed her eyes and focused on breathing, "When he was just a twat that was my best friend, when they didn't even care that much about muggleborns, just didn't like them. I figured with years of wear and tear, they would just come around to ignoring anyone else who was. If it had just been them, I could have made them see past my blood status." She spoke. There was no comfort, now hand to hold her. Even her parents knew nothing of what she was going through or what she was doing. Just that she was home and studying harder.

"So what are you intending to do now?" Snape asked softly.

"I'm going to parties, I'm staying at Pansy's for one week and Daphne's another, and I'm going to inject myself into their culture and their lives even more. They will have no clue who I am." She added.

"And if they find out and reject you?" Snape prodded more. Elizabeth sat up straight and looked him dead in the eyes.

"Well, you've already shown me how easy it is to grow dark. And you saw what I did to protect Malfoy, you can only guess what I'm willing to do to protect myself."

"I only ask one thing of you," Her head tilted lightly as Snape crossed his arms over his chest. "You never go into Draco's home, never step foot in that house, under any circumstance. Now, go make some tea, I heard Draco has let you slack off in Potions and I refuse to let my hard work go to waste."

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It was like an itch, just under her skin. It wouldn't leave, it was all she could do to ignore it as she toasted bread, and as she boiled water for tea. It was all she could do to forget that she scratched her arms till the point they were red, when she would sit down in the kitchen and work out Ancient Runes, or History of Magic.

It was all she could do not to look in the mirror at the scratch marks around the back of her neck when she walked by the hall-way mirror. Elizabeth felt it, grow under her muscles and in her blood, the infection of the secret. How people were hired to do this, to work through things like this and have no ability to spill their lies. How they lived with what they did, was beyond her. This secret was eating her alive.

Tears were actually welled up in her eyes when she walked in her bathroom to shower. There she stood, bare to the ice cold air of her bathroom. But what wasn't actually there was the darkness that crawled on her skin. She had cursed a girl, a classmate who had done nothing to deserve it. Her fingers trembled as she ran them through the long locks of her brown hair.

She felt like pulling it out as she dried every inch of hair with a towel. There was a knock at the door and she almost didn't answer. "In the bathroom, be right out!" Her voice wavered as her hands shook.

The towel had long since fallen to the ground as her fingers clenched the edge of the sink, her eyes unable to look up at her reflection. Weak, she felt so weak as she tried to keep her feet firmly planted.

"I'm tired of waiting, I'm coming in." Elizabeth turned with a gasp as Draco barged in and stopped at the door. There it was, make-up run down her cheeks, a ghost like shell of the girl he took home on the train, scratch and dig marks on her skin. "Elizabeth…" His voice was soft and almost not alive as tears actually fell down her cheeks, running the make-up she tried to hard to place on just right.

Like he feared she would spook, he etched closer and closer till his hand took ahold of hers and detached them from the sink. It didn't even seem to phase him she was bare to all the world to see as she planted her palms firmly on his chest. Nails dug into his shirt, but he didn't even flinch. He merely grasped the small face towel from the sink and slowly dabbed away her ruined make-up.

"Sad that I've had so many girls with ruined make-up, because of me, I know how to clean it off well." He whispered softly with a smug look. Elizabeth smiled weakly, but it fell short of her eyes as he cleared her face. Soft hands pushed her hair back as he put the towel down and pulled her close. "What's wrong?" He whispered in her ear as he pressed soft kissed into her hair.

"I can't… I can't tell you." She whimpered, which he took with stride. One arm swept under her knees and quickly she was up in his arms. She thought of fighting him, but she held still as he carried her out into the room and sat her down on the bed. He leaned close and kissed her forehead before he looked down at her.

"See, Elizabeth, the problem is, here you are naked and I can't even… enjoy it." He almost seemed wounded as she rolled her eyes and put a hand up to ruffle her slightly damp hair from sticking to her skin.

"Oh poor you." She snorted. Draco grinned, before he stole a kiss on her cold lips.

"Might be best if our outting is an inning. I'll get tea started, where are your house elves?"

Elizabeth clenched her eyes shut. Merlin, she forgot. Most people had house-elves! Most people-

"Right here, Sir… OH MY! DRACO MALFOY YOU GET OUT OF MY LADY'S ROOM RIGHT THIS INSTANCE! YOU TWO ARE MUCH TO YOUNG TO BE SEEN LIKE THIS!" Elizabeth held deathly still as her hands went to her heart to maybe start it again. But there, on the floor stood a house elf with purple dyed cloth around her midsection and purple beads as a sort of circlet on her forehead. Draco chuckled and nodded as he smoothly swept from her room and the sound of foot-steps down the stairs.

Elizabeth gawked at the elf for a moment before she blinked and put her hand to her head. "Wait… Wait… One second, who are you." She whispered. The elf poofed up onto her bed as she placed a blanket around Elizabeth's shoulders. She reacted quickly and pulled it around her as a sort of cover.

"Call me Maybel,Or May for sort. I'm going to serve the honorable House Marshall." She grinned in her small way that filled up all of her face. "Now, come on, best get dressed soon. I see Draco Malfoy is the impatient type. Must'nt keep him waiting." She ushered Elizabeth up. Elizabeth was dressed in moments and the elf didn't even ask about the obvious small scratches and deep digs of her nails against her flesh, only covered them easily with her hands as she worked. The elf even have her hair up and braided nice and loose for her and sent her down the stairs.

"Just one elf?" Draco asked as she stepped down the last step and found him just inside the hallway.

"Mum and Dad took the others with them on their vacation. May's the only one I need." Elizabeth shrugged lightly. Draco made an understanding face before he walked into the living room. Elizabeth turned to the stairs where May stood with the same bright smile. "I don't know who sent you, but thank you." She whispered softly to the elf.

"Maybel is Lady Marshalls, that's all that matters." Elizabeth looked her over before she took the elf's hand softly in hers and held it. Then she turned and let go as she followed Draco towards the living room. She had cleared the room of the telly and of anything too muggle. It had been a struggle mostly because she had to do it the muggle way. Magic outside of school was forbidden, stupid rules. He lounged on her love seat as she slipped down into his arms and relaxed beside him. Tea appeared on the table in front of them and he picked his up elegantly and sipped lightly.

"I'm sorry, you were never meant to see that." She whispered softly.

"We still haven't talked about Katie Bell." He retorted. Elizabeth's bones went still.

"And we never will." She answered as she curled up closer against him. "I'd almost rather talk about Weasley and Potter than Bell." She groaned.

"Then talk. Why did they drag you into their compartment?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes. Of course he would know that, of course he had seen it. Draco was the spy of all spies, all of slytherin reported to him when they saw something. It became his thing fourth year when he tasked everyone to report on the Golden Trio of gryffindor. If he didn't witness it, all his little snakes witnessed it for him.

"They believe you are up to something." Elizabeth added blandly.

"I'm always up to something. Potter would believe the whole war was started by me if he didn't have to prove it. " Draco put his tea down and turned so that Elizabeth was now placed in his lap, across him with her back to the arm of the love seat. "What else?"

"They know nothing and thought by threatening and harassing me they'd get something." Elizabeth rolled her eyes as she grasped her tea slowly and brought it to her lips. Her eyes watched Draco as he relaxed against the couch, but she could see it, just there below his smirk and on his skin, was his worry and panic. He really was up to something and he would never tell her.

"How about some lunch?" Elizabeth grinned as she jumped to her feet from his lap and brushed her dress down. She didn't wait for Draco to stop or follow, she walked towards the kitchen. The itch, there it was. Below her skin, her left hand subconsciously began to itch the inside of her right arm as she walked into the kitchen. Her eyes looked anywhere but her arm, for the blackness of a disease under the skin that floated in and out of her eyesight.

Elizabeth opened the fridge of her kitchen and looked inside, only to recoil with a hiss as she looked down and saw it. Her finger cut lightly into her skin, a gentle drop of blood trickled down her flesh. With a harsh swallow she turned to the sink and washed her hands, pushing her arms under the sink. That's when she saw it, the sickness, the darkness in her skin, it puffed up against her skin and seeped out the wound.

Snape never told her insanity would come along with this guilt, with this pain. She knew it wasn't there, but it looked so real. Her eyes shut as she gritted her teeth, she let the water rush over the wound that stung more than it should.

A gentle hand grasped hers and pulled it out of the water. Elizabeth gasped as she looked to Draco, his fingers wrapped around her arm. "Please. Don't." He muttered and suddenly, Elizabeth felt the guilt. It ate at her stomach.

Fourth year, July 18th, Elizabeth was pulled from work, an owl landed at the house. Elizabeth made it there just as the healer from St. Mungo's did. Draco was in pieces, his father was no where to be seen. Elizabeth held Draco as he had barely had the ability to ask for her. The Healer asked that she take him else where, so she took him to the Magical London Park, the best, neutral place she could. But before they left, she saw it. Mrs. Malfoy, gasped for air on the rug as her blood ran over the expensive design. Her arms were severely torn up, as if she attacked them with bear claws.

Draco never talked of it, that was until now.

"I'm sorry, I forgot, I…" Her heart sank as he pressed his face against the top of her hair and the sound of his nose inhaling sharply was all she could hear. "I didn't even realize I was…"

"Neither did she, till I found her on the rug like that." He whispered as he pressed a kiss on her head. "Why don't you sit down, I'll make us lunch." Elizabeth stood in shock and in regret as he moved to the fridge, ice, cold, taken away from her. How could she have been so foolish to believe that she could deal with this alone. Her shield couldn't stop the tears this time. Her iced soul couldn't stop the tears as she stepped up behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso. Nothing was said, she just cried into his back as he stood still and held her arms around him.