Elizabeth Pure (A Harry Potter/ Weasley Twins/ Oliver Wood Fan Fic)

Marcus Flint

**Sensitive Material In This Chapter, Be Advised, But Nothing Happens**

"You should probably go, Liz," Hermione said as we left the library. It had been a few weeks since the Lemonade experiment, and classes and Quidditch had been taking up most of my time. Well, that and avoiding my cousin.

"Huh? Go where?" I asked, puzzled for a moment.

"Quidditch practice! Don't you have it today?" She asked. I dropped my jaw and shook my head.

"Oh my Merlin! I'm almost late! I'll see you around, 'Mione!" I shouted, running down the hallway, my books pulled tightly to my chest. I turned the corner and rammed straight into a sturdy student, who knocked me over and I went sprawling on the ground, my books scattered everywhere. I groaned, in pain and in anger.

"Watch where you're going, Pure." an evil voice dripped from above me as I scrambled to get my books back in order. I stood up and glared at him.

"Marcus Flint, you complete idiot. How about next time, you either offer to help me with my books or you duck tape your mouth and get the hell away from me." I retorted, seething in anger. I hated Marcus. He was stuck up, conceited, and full of himself.

He grinned at me evilly, "Well, Pure, since you're late for where you were going, I might as well detain you longer." He shoved me up against the wall, my books dropping to the floor, scattering everywhere. I couldn't decide whether to be more furious that my books were scattered again, or afraid of being hurt. I went with the latter.

"What the hell, Marcus? Get away from me!" I struggled to get out of his firm grasp, but it didn't work. He was too strong.

"I'd rather not, Pure. You're quite a pretty girl..." His breath was on my neck, and my wrists were hurting from the tight grip. I felt his lips on my neck and I shrieked, causing him to jump back.

"G-g-get away from me!" I said, collecting my books quickly and dashing away from him, as fast as I could.

"THIS ISN'T OVER, PURE!" He shouted as I saw Draco pull up next to him, smirking after me.

I ran. I only ran until I found myself all alone in a corridor where I sank down to the ground and cried. The pain in my wrists was now too great to ignore, I looked at them and saw a circle of bruises on my wrists and I winced. I checked myself for any more damage, but didn't find any. I sat there, my head in my hands and stayed there until I heard someone coming down the hall.

"I wonder where she got off to! She wasn't at Quidditch practice!" Fred's voice echoed down the hall.

"Liz? Are you here? Liz?" George's voice called down the hall.

"Oh Merlin, where is she?" I heard Oliver's frantic voice, and it brought me to tears again, I tried to be quiet, but they apparently heard something, and dashed around the corner, and saw me curled up against the wall.

"Oh Merlin, Liz, you look dreadful!" Fred said, bending down, looking at me.

"Oi!" George said, smacking Fred. Oliver followed suit and smacked him too.

"Don't talk like that! Are you alright, Liz?" Oliver asked, taking my hand in his. A sting of pain raced up my arm from my wrist and I winced, attempting to conceal it with a cough. Naturally, Oliver saw right through my mask, and looked at my wrist, then at the other.

"Who-" George began after he saw the bruises.

"What-" Fred started.

"I'LL KILL THE BLOODY BASTARD WHO DID THIS TO YOU!" Oliver shouted, clearly pissed beyond belief.

"N-n-no, p-p-please, I-I'm fine," I said, standing up. "I-I-It's nothing, I just, accidentally..." I trailed off, not being able to think of something to cover up with.

'Who. Did. This?" Oliver said, his fists clenched.

"Marcus Flint," I mumbled.

"Who?" asked George.

"Marcus Flint," I said a bit more loudly.

"I'm going to kill him," Oliver said, standing up and helping me to my feet. I leaned against his tall, strong frame, and we walked to the dorm, the twins following behind us. As we walked, I explained everything that had happened. When we reached the door,  Oliver kissed the top of my head and we entered the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Oh Liz, we were so worried!" Angelina exclaimed, running towards us. She hugged me, then noticed my frightened and tired expression and the angry and worried ones of Fred, George and Oliver. "Are you...?" She trailed off as Oliver shook his head. He set me down on the couch, and gave me a blanket. Oliver relayed to her my explanation.

By the time he had finished, I was practically asleep. Before Oliver could leave the Common Room, I whispered, "Don't kill him, okay?" Oliver gave a grim smile and nodded. He bent down and kissed me gently.

"I promise," he said, and left the common room.

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Oliver's POV

I marched up towards the direction the Slytherin Common Room was ,or where I thought it was anyways. I heard a couple of snickers from a hallway and quietly went to find out who it was.

"Her face! She was so frightened. Those eyes of hers were as big as saucers. One day, I will get a taste of her, maybe even in front of her boyfriend, that bastard Oliver," Marcus' voice filled the hallway with a six other Slytherin guys, three were Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco, and three sixth years. Snickers and then laughter followed as they heard his future plans.

My nose crinkled and I gripped my wand tightly, trying not to jump too early, but I did anyways, "Bloody hell you will, Marcus," I said, stepping out into the open.

"Ooohhh it's the whore's boyfriend!" Marcus said smugly. I bit my tongue and curled my fist, raised it, and burrowed it into Marcus' jaw. Man, it hurt, but it was a good kind of pain.

"Call her that again," I hissed and Marcus' face began to bruise.

"Whore," he coughed out. I punched and kicked at him, as the other Slytherins ran away cowardly. Marcus couldn't defend himself. By the time I was finished, his blood was on my tee shirt and face, and I had a bloody nose from a punch to my jaw. I was about to go in for one final victory punch when a deep voice said in full authority,

"Mr. Wood. Would you please explain to me what is going on?" Professor Dumbledore asked as he looked at my bloody fists.

"He tried... Liz..." I said breathlessly. Marcus was cowered in the corner.

"To your bedroom, and ten points from Gryffindor. Five points from Slytherin as well," he said, walking over to Marcus and pulling him to his feet.

"You, Mr. Flint, are going to Madame Pomfrey," Dumbledore said. I held my head up high and trudged down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room. I had gotten my revenge, kept Liz's plea, and hadn't gotten into serious trouble with anyone. I grinned to myself then frowned,

"Next time, Marcus, you're going to die, I swear to it," I muttered darkly to myself as I entered the now-empty common.