The Weasley in Ravenclaw | Draco Malfoy

Who's the Liar?

"Do you have any idea what you've done?!"

A pair of hands slammed down on the table directly in front of Elizabeth as she worked on the remaining parts of the Defense Against the Dark Arts study sheet. Four first-year Gryffindors sought her out at the beginning of the month, asking if she would help them study for one of their exams. The redhead was more than happy to oblige. Two sickles a piece wasn't a bad deal either.

As Elizabeth finished the final review question, she placed her quill on the table, crossed her arms then glanced up to see the only other individual who knew about her secret study spot. If only she had a time turner to fix her mistake.

"No, but I'm sure you are about to tell me."

Draco Malfoy was the definition of all bark and no bite. The boy talked a good game (sometimes), but when the time came to act, he would ultimately fail. However, as he stood on the opposite side of the table in Elizabeth's study spot, she couldn't help but feel intimidated. The way his eyes stormed over as they stared directly into Elizabeth's soul made the girl slightly concerned.

His gaze was intense. With different shades of gray and hint of blues swirling around the iris with such unfiltered emotion, Elizabeth couldn't look away. Even as Malfoy's nostrils flared, his chest heaved, and she was fairly certain he was saying something to her, but she was too captivated to pay attention. Had his eyes always been so alluring?

"Are you even listening to a word I say?" Malfoy shouted as clenched fists slammed against the table, shaking Elizabeth from her hypnotized state.

"What were you saying?"

"What is wrong with you?" he asked with a shake of the head. "Because of you and Goldstein's little stunt at the Three Broomsticks today, Pansy's been - she -"

"Malfoy, I don't give a rat's arse about the nonsensical gossip your girlfriend sends around the castle," she shook her head. "It has nothing to do with me whatsoever."

"That's where you're wrong, Weasley," he spat. "This is all your fault. Because of what you said, Pansy legitimately thinks I like her. She even kissed me, and now she's telling everyone we-"

"No, no, you brought this all on yourself," Elizabeth interrupted. "You're the one who made fun of Anthony and said you and Pansy make a better couple."

"That's not what I said at all."

"Not word for word, but it was heavily implied. So much so that Parkinson took it as confirmation that the two of you are indeed a couple. So once again, it was your big mouth that got you into this mess. Get yourself out of it."

"It wouldn't have happened at all if you weren't out with that tosser to begin with."

"What's your problem with Anthony, anyway?" she sneered. "He's done nothing to you. Now do us both a favor and leave. I have a study group to run."

"You're going to regret this, Weasley. Mark my words," Malfoy threatened.

"Oh, please," Elizabeth rolled her eyes, collecting her things to go meet with the Gryffindors. "I'm much more worried about Parkinson's now nonexistent threat to get back at me for dumping pumpkin juice on her head than I am of you."

Elizabeth barged passed the blond, back out into the library where thankfully Leah, John, Sylvia, and Charles were already waiting for her. Their books and notes were all spread out on the large table they'd claimed for the evening. Good, less of a chance for Malfoy to interrupt her now.

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"You were in the library longer than I expected," Isobel commented from the bathroom connecting to the third year Ravenclaw dorm room. "I thought you were going to miss the Halloween Feast. You never miss it."