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Chapter Five:

Chapter five:

 

Elizabeth awoke atleast a good three hours before she should have, due to her unusual bed time and found she was not only more exhausted then she was the day before, but she was more sore. What would happen to anyone who slept in their day clothes, with enough tears to fill a lake. She slipped out of her bed, cracking every bone she could before she stood and headed for the bathroom. Steam filled the room, the sting of magic that she was familiar with in the morning, but ten times more potent as she felt lacking for one or two reasons. She threw her caddy in the shower, whipped her clothes off her and let them crumble to the ground. The great thing about today was, it was the last day of the week. She only had to survive through classes today and she was home free for a whole weekend. She could locked herself up for two days.

Elizabeth didn’t want to, but she always didn’t want to see him. So in order to avoid the blond man of her nightmares, she cleaned up fast and pulled on a new uniform, new knickers, and pulled her hair into loose mess of a bun that somehow framed her face in that way that hair did when you wanted it to just not be in the way, and suddenly it was the best hairdo one will ever get and never be able to reproduce. Elizabeth stepped down the stairs tentatively, the long piece of parchement in hand and ready to work on it while she waited for breakfast.

Only, as she stepped into the common room, she found Draco sprawled out on the couch in a new shirt that was ruffled from sleep. Pretentiously ruffled, lying to passerbyers that he could ever pass for anyone else. Elizabeth made an irritated sound with her tongue and teeth, but couldn’t find the darkness in her heart to leave him. He would be furious if she left him here. Well… Elizabeth sighed as she pointed her wand to him and whispered the words for the spell as he levitated off the ground and followed her as she climbed the boys stairs as quietly as possible. She entered Draco’s room, the wards allowing her in as they always did. She settled him down on his bed and prompted herself to leave him there. To turn and let him sleep awkwardly and stiff in his clothes as she did.

But Elizabeth pulled his shoes off, put a pillow under his head, pried the blanket from under him and placed it over him, and let out another sigh. “I guess this means i have a reason to never trust you.” She breathed as she bent down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You could have trusted me.”

Elizabeth left just as fast as she entered, her toes light on the stairs as she gathered her things and continued out the door. Despite it being against the rules, technically, that she was out of bed before students were allowed, she didn’t care. She walked up the stairs and planted herself firmly in front of the great Hall’s doors. When they opened, she would go inside. Firmly sat on the cold ground, she tucked her cloak under her to try and kill a small degree of the chill as she began on her parchment.

Half way through the long page, she heard the familiar steps of a professor come up towards her. “Five points from Slytherin for being out of bed without permission.” Elizabeth felt her lips turn up as she slid the textbook out from under her knees and into the light to show Snape what she was doing. “Ten points for having the gull to do your homework out of bed without permission.”

“To or from Slytherin?” She teased with a manipulating grin on her face.

“To.” Snape sneered.

“I knew you liked my spark.” She chuckled before she looked up. The dark haired man arched a brow down at her as her face spoke volumes to her emotional state. Her eyes still dark and almost opaque from the crying of last night. It was obvious how sore she was, how horrible she had to stretch to get up, how slowly she moved.

“What did you do, Miss Marshall?” Snape questioned with a light air of concern.

“I cried for hours till I passed out.” The confession was like a slap to Snape in the teeth as she pulled her books up into her chest, her parchment hung from her hand to dry. Her cloak hung from her body, not magically tailored to fit like most students learned to do. She looked the mess. Snape waved his wand to open up the great hall and Elizabeth turned from him to step inside.