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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 fourteen:

"You needed to see me?" Hermione Granger spoke sourly as Elizabeth stood at the door to her own house. The letter that Elizabeth had urgently scribbled down on the paper was in the girl's hand. She could see the dark letters that she used on her own stock paper, the way the ink bled through. Elizabeth hadn't meant to be so hastey, but she needed a salvation plan, an exit strategy should the worst happen. And it would happen, because if she knew anything, it was that Voldemort would drag the whole world down should he have the leverage.

"I'm a secret keeper, and today, so are you." Elizabeth stated firmly as she took ahold of Hermione's hand.

"WHAT! NO!" But there was nothing she could do, because just as Elizabeth took her palm in hers completely, there was a flash of gold and their hands were strung together by a shimmering gold tie.

"Come inside, my neighbors are muggle and they ignore a lot, but not what is about to happen." Elizabeth urged. Hand still sealed with Hermione's, she pulled the girl into the home and shut the door. "Maybel! Could I have a set of tea for two, please?" Hermione stood dumb struck as she stared at Elizabeth, the glow of gold around their hands never left. The home was large and open, there were floral arrangements that were all lillies and poppies of some color and variation. Hermione was actually blown away how… muggle the house felt. There were clocks on the wall that were run by batteries, there were muggle literature that were tucked in the side table, there was not a wand or magic item in sight. Everything seemed so hyperreal to Granger.

"Yes Ma'am, any preference?" The purple beaded house elf popped into existance in front of Hermione who jumped. "Good afternoon Ms. Granger, my lady had told me you were coming. We hoped." The elf was sweet, kind and it rubbed Granger the wrong way. Could the elf that lived and worked under someone such as Elizabeth truly be like this? She actually expected another elf like Kretcher, which disgusted and humbled her. Elizabeth studied Hermione as her eyes looked over the purple beaded elf.

"Well, any preference?" Elizabeth asked to the curly mane of hair beside her with a soft look on her face.

"No… none actually, I'm not picky." Hermione mumbled as Elizabeth nodded to the house elf. The creature grinned and popped back out of the area, just as the glow on their hands finally fell and Hermione was able to yank her hand back. Elizabeth brushed her skirt down as she padded bare foot through the house towards a sitting room, and Hermione was dragged along out of pure frustration for what had just happened.

"Sit, please." Elizabeth motioned for her to seat on the love seat as she herself slipped down onto a plush chair. Hermione's back was rigid, but she slipped onto the love seat, her eyes narrowed.

"What is all this about… what secret am I keeping now?" Hermione grumbled as she turned her nose down at the house elf in the room. "I didn't think you'd enslave others as well." She looked more haughty to Elizabeth than she did to the elf. Maybel smiled softly and patted Hermione's leg.

"She's not a slave, if Maybel ever wants to leave my service, she only has to ask." Elizabeth replied coldly as she took up her cup of tea off the newly freshened table. The curly haired lioness watched with fierce eyes as Elizabeth looked to the house elf as she sipped the tea. "Fantastic as always Maybel."

"My pleasure, My Lady Elizabeth." The house elf bowed and popped back out of the room.

"Will you answer me?" Hermione stated firmly with her lion's growl all through out her throat and voice.

"I'm a muggle-born." Elizabeth stated point blank and the room went silent. Hermione recoiled as she looked to the female across from her that watched her with a dull interest in her eyes. The lips of the lioness on the love seat fell, open and wide as she stared at Elizabeth. "Close your mouth before you catch flies." Elizabeth rolled her eyes as she put her cup back down onto the table.

"You! You're…"

"Muggle-born, yes. The neighborhood should have told you off… but then again, Draco didn't even bat an eyelash at the neighborhood. He's never given much interest in his own neighbors, let alone mine." Elizabeth shrugged as she leaned back in her chair, hands clasped on her lap. Hermione's face was priceless, but she really didn't need the girl to feel flustered. If this was to work, she would need Hermione to listen and assist.

"And that's… your secret?"

"One of them, yes." Elizabeth had been scouring for anything on secret keepers. She had Maybel telling her everything she knew and bringing her as much as she could from Hogwarts. Well, without getting either of them in trouble, that was. Funny, she hadn't tried it once until she saw Hermione. Thankful that it worked, because had it not, she would have been slapped and ignored. Atleast, that's what Elizabeth would have done if Hermione Granger did the same thing to her.

"Second one?" Hermione asked as she took up her tea softly.

"That no one knows, as far as I know. Snape, Dumbledore, and yourself know. I'm working with Draco, and the others and I will probably be asked to do things." Elizabeth started. "I will tell you everything, every single detail. Including the one about Voldemort and my face to face meeting." She stated.

"WHAT!"

"Don't interrupt Granger." Elizabeth scowled. Hermione glared.

"I'm the one who imperius'ed Katie bell."

Silence again hung in the air as Hermione's eyes went wide and she took in Elizabeth across from her. Tension didn't even cut what the feeling was like in the room. Hermione was more shocked at first, then slowly turned into a hatred that Elizabeth knew all too well. It had been a foolish idea to ask for Hermione to come, but she was the only one she could tell. The boys would not understand like Hermione would.

"And because I'm your secret keeper, I can't tell Harry or Ron." She hissed lowly. The darkness in her tone was surprising to even Elizabeth. Her cup of tea was up to her lips as she sipped, the hot liquid was more like honey down her raw insides. Elizabeth had torn herself up enough as it was, and whatever it was that Maybel was feeding her or giving her to drink, was keeping her marks from showing. Just the other day she punched the mirror upstairs and the glass had been everwhere. But the marks on her knuckles were nothing but faint kisses on her skin, barely even there if one didn't study her skin.

Draco would notice, he always did.

But Hermione had bigger issues than if Elizabeth was doing alright or punching glass.

"Precisely." Elizabeth replied curtly as she slowly sat the cup back down. There was a silent rage of a storm brewing in Hermione, Elizabeth watched from the outside as Hermione fumed and moved as if to resist strangling the brunette before her.

"I can't even tell them you're muggleborn, or why you're helping me." She added as she sat her cup down. "They won't accept anything you tell me unless they know."

"They can't know. You will just use my information however you can, but I needed to insure they would never know without my own decision to tell them." Elizabeth stated firmly as she lay her palms in her lap. The two stared off for a tense moment. The thickness of Hermione's glare was only making Elizabeth more sure this was the right thing to do.

"And what did you do this for? I know you didn't do this just to get it off your chest." Hermione cut to the chase.

"I need a full proof fail safe. If I'm ever compromised, if anything happens, that I can roll into the protective arms of the Order without question or problem." Elizabeth leaned back and crossed her right leg over her left leg, hands folded peacefully as she looked to the brunette before her. Hermione wasn't a book to read, she was a puzzle piece that never quite fit. One could see her emotions easily, but her thoughts, she seemed to mull them over for a while before she opened her mouth.

"What makes you think the Order will when?"

"That is just hope, unfortunately. I have to believe that people like Voldemort can't actually win." Elizabeth sighed as she shrugged. "If not, whenever I'm found out, because it's only a matter of time, I'll be the first on the chopping block."

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "What about Draco?"

"My hope is to have him safely tucked under my wing, should anything go down, that he will do as I ask without question. You see, Slytherin's are rather simple creatures when it comes down to it. I treasure my life more than I treasure the power that Voldemort might offer, and Draco will come to realize he's the same in time. Right now he's blinded by pride, and need, and the possibility the ones he loves will come into some sort of danger." Elizabeth explained. Hermione took her words, leaned back on the love seat and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Say that something goes bad, that you have to come to us for safety. What makes you so sure they'll take you in, despite what I may or may not say." Hermione scowled deeply.

"Because Dumbledore, Mcgonagall, and Snape have already deemed me a spy for them already. Not the order, not you or Potter, but for them and them alone. I only need you to bring me into your house of safety, I can convince them myself." The two of them stared off. Then Hermione sight and let her hands fall.

"Fine, it's not like I have much of a choice, now do I?" Hermione's growl vibrated through her throat and Elizabeth could see it. The strength that Hermione held compared to those around her. If she hadn't been placed on the opposite spectrum of her life, they could have been good friends. But Elizabeth didn't need Hermione as a friend, she needed an ally and a safety net. Which was why she choose goody-two-shoes Granger.

"Not really." Elizabeth smirked.

"So it doesn't bother you?" She perked up, leaning forward with a confused glance towards the house elf that had returned, then her gaze turned back to Elizabeth. "To call someone else Mudblood?"

"Hermione, I've had to play my part perfectly for six years. If swallowing a hard word down wasn't something I could do, I wouldn't be where I am today?" She chuckled as Elizabeth stood up and dusted her pants off lightly. Hermione eyes narrowed but Elizabeth walked over and grabbed the paper that Maybel offered to her. She folded one up and passed it to Hermione, and put the other on her side of the table.

"And where are you? …. precisely?" Hermione asked.

"King of the mountain. Let's just hope I don't get beheaded soon."

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Draco shot her into the wall of her bedroom, his lips against hers in a kiss she wouldn't soon forget. His lips devoured hers as her fingers grasped for anything and everything to hold onto him with. Just as she grasped him, she pulled him even closer. Then, just like that, she tossed him onto her bed, wand in hand and pointed it at him. Tip right in the crook under his adam's apple.

"No! You don't get to waltz in here and just kiss me into submission." She growled.

"It was working there for a second." Draco snickered before he slowly pushed her wand from his throat. But he stayed right where Elizabeth put him.

"You and I were caught… snogging! MORE THAN THAT! We were caught basically dick out and all and by the… by you know who!" She snapped, her voice low and raspy. Draco was up on his feet slowly, every movement of his was obvious and slow as Elizabeth kept her wand raised.

"Are you going to hex me?" He asked gently.

"No." She hesitated, but spoke nonetheless. Draco smirked and with a clink, her wand was placed onto her bed side table.

"Then come over here." He whispered, his finger up to motion her closer. As she encroached him, he slowly sat back down, her only helpless but to straddle him there on her bed. Her hands rested against his chest as his slowly brushed her shawl off her shoulders and onto the bed. "I said I was sorry." His voice was soft, just before he brushed his lips against her cheek.

"I'm still furious." She croaked as his butterfly kisses trailed down her neck. Only with a hitch in her breath, her fingers furled around his blazer. Fast fingers then ripped it from his frame and threw it to the ground behind her.

"And hasty."

"Shut up and kiss me." She snapped at him and with her wishes granted, he pulled her into a kiss. He flipped the two of them in a swoosh of limbs and clothing and she was now pressed against the mattress. Her back to her covet, she could feel his lips leave her own and trail her throat.

"I do intend to make up for my… misbehavior." Draco purred against her flesh. Suddenly, there were hands at her skirt line and fingers moved up towards her panty line. A shiver ran the length of her spine as she felt his kisses at the top of her breasts.

"I should have never let you take me to your house." She moaned lightly as his kisses found her nipples. Her back shot up painfully in a harsh kick of her bones, she never meant to buck like that and to be honest she kind of regretted it. Because the smirk on his lips, the way his eyes twinkled as he looked up at her, it made her realize he was in control. With this, when it came to this, he was always in control. She would never hold the reigns and she wasn't sure her control freak could handle that.

"You shouldn't have let me do a whole slew of things." he teased as his breath danced on her excited skin. Elizabeth had to hold in a gasp for air as her fingers dug down deep. One hand in his hair, she was afraid of scalping him at this point, while her other fingers snatched at the sheets below her. That's when his kiss trailed down her adomen and she realized where his final destination was.

Elizabeth wasn't a fool, she knew what was there, she knew what it did and how it felt to touch and feel. But the cliche, demanding nerves in her head screamed doubts that he would want her after he pushed up her skirt. But the moment of truth came and went and her thighs were apart. "Draco!" She made a noise that was inbetween a moan and a hic-cup as her hips bucked against his blatant kiss on her undergarments.

His snickers weren't helpful either as he pushed the silky garment down her thighs and wisked them from her frame. Among a few things that she was not aware of, taste was her biggest fear. What did girls taste like, would he be disgusted? But as she pushed up on her elbows to voice her worried, she saw him press her skirt up against her stomach with one hand and steady her thigh with the other. Her mouth moved open to speak, but she stopped when she was able to witness what he was doing. Lips against her core, against a traitorous part of her body that spiked and shuttered against his kiss.

"Relax. I should know what I'm doing by now." He breathed as he pressed the tip of his tongue against her top and she watched it dive between her folds. And just like that, he shoved her down against the bed and her knees up into the air. Head pushed back, her hips bucked up as his tongue touched places she hadn't even tempted with her fingers. Dirty dreams and thoughts of getting play toys were one thing, but compared to a man who knew what he was doing and the motivation that Draco had, her previous experiences held no candles.

His tongue swiveled around her clit, it teased her with thin and long strokes and for a moment she felt awkwardly unsure what to do. Where did her blasted hands go, was she supposed to help him in any way. But the more he went after her, the less she cared. One hand twisted up her sheets tightly to the point it actually popped off the mattress, the other found his shoulder and ran her nails across his perfect, porcelain skin.

"Merlin…." She breathed.

"Even when being pleasured, you still can't curse." Draco pulled back enough to speak and bite at the inside of her thigh.

"Fuck. There? Happy?" Elizabeth broke down only to realize in horror what she'd said. Her hands went to her mouth, but the damage had been done. Draco smirk and crawled up from between her legs.

"What was that?" He purred, his kisses now at her throat. A hand now replaced where his mouth had been and his fingers were demanding.

"Nothing, I said nothing." She covered harshly, but Draco wasn't having that. He dove his first digit in her and watched her as her hips bucked and her hands grabbed at her shoulders. She had already been wet, already well open and wanting before then.

"Oh no… come on…" His finger slipped around her, doing circles inside her. Then, he dove another digit in and suddenly, he was in a rhythm. Elizabeth couldn't keep her eyes open, but then she didn't want them to shut, her mouth felt slack as Draco kept his distance from her lips. His ridiculously perfect brow perked up at her and his lips curled in a smirk.

"Say it, for me…" He teased once more as his fingers gained a little more power and thrust behind them. Before she knew it, she had her thighs tightly clapsed down on his hand and she was trying not to cum. Or maybe she was, but she didn't know why it was so built up. The exclaimation that she may explode almost fell from her lips. But instead, what did was…

"Bloody fucking hell." She cried and before she could stop it, Draco pushed open her legs and there she went. There was no stopping it and she could feel her hips buck back against his fingers.

"I think I'm a bad influence on you." Draco snickered as Elizabeth rolled her eyes. But she snatched his shirt and pulled her down. Her hand pulled free of her crotch and he was flung into her kiss.

"That will be the last time you hear me speak like that." Elizabeth buried her lips against his and with a shove, she had him back underneath her. His hands were tangled on her and her hands kept her from lying on him. She was quite content to continue to do so, if it weren't for a pressing feeling in her gut that said to stop. Just as she pulled up for air and sat up straight on him, there was a rather gusto knock at the front door and Maybel poofed into existence in her bedroom.

"My lady… it's Professor Snape."

"Fuck." Draco cursed.

"LANGUAGE!" Maybe and Elizabeth blurted out, before Elizabeth blushed.