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Chapter Seven:

Chapter seven:

 

Elizabeth sat on the barstool next to Draco as Slughorn continued on his instruction of the potion. Elizabeth had her eyes downcast as she looked through her notebook. Only, it was a small touch on her thigh that had her jump in her skin and rip her eyes to Draco. He smirked to her, his eyebrow cocked. Her face scrunched in anger as she looked to his with such disdain it could curdle milk as she looked away from him, a hand went to his on her leg and swatted it away.

 

A minute went by and she got up to gather a piece of material for their potion and as she turned to brush by him, his hand trailed up the inside of her leg and she nearly fell over. Elizabeth shivered, but shot him a dirty look that ought to have killed him. Weasley and Potter cocked their brows up as she turned from him and saw them both looking at her with such funny looks.

 

“Don’t you two have potions to work on?” she snapped. Granger made a snort from behind them as she passed the two boys and headed for the ingredient cabinet. Elizabeth scowled and whipped back around to Draco.

 

“Will you stop that! We’re IN class!” She whispered lowly in his ear. As she pulled away his lips stayed curled up.

 

“What?” She snapped with a stomp of her foot. Only then, did she see what was in his hand and her eyes went wide. How… in the… “You little thief, you! How! I will!”

 

“Is there a problem here?” Slughorns usual jovial voice jumped Elizabeth up and turn to smile at him. She dance lightly back and forth on her feet as she tried to edge her skirt even further down her thighs.

 

“A-a-a-a Problem? No sir!” She found herself a bumbling fool that she never was. “Just joking, Draco and I will get back to work sir.” She babbled as the man chuckled and passed on. Only for Elizabeth to turn with a look of pure anger on her face.

 

“You look precious,” He snickered as he winked at her, and tucked the item into his pack. Her panties, her expensive silk panties that she liked so much she wore them when she felt she needed the confidence. They were black with silver lace embrodiery. He took them! HOW DID HE EVEN!

 

“I will end you.” She hissed darkly as he stood and brushed past her.

 

“If you do that, you’ll never get them back.”

 

“How did you even do that.” She snarled, her feet kept her next to him as they collected their ingredients slowly and tucked away from everyone else. There was no one else around them to hear as it was. Elizabeth lit the fire under her cauldron and lit the fire under his as she always did, but she thought of not doing so. He walked confidently back to their work desk and Elizabeth tried to ignore his blatant dismissal of her question. She tried to ignore the fact that her nether regions were exposed if she moved the wrong way. She tried to ignore she could feel every breath of air in the room and how it was most distracting.

 

“You’re going to burn it if you don’t focus hard.”