Title: The Good and the Bad
Summary: Elizabeth's heart went through several trials before she found her Prince Charming….who wasn't a Prince in the first place.
Warning: Barely any dialogue and some rambling I think?
Disclaimer: I own the idea of Elizabeth Heather Dursley, I own Dante, and this plot line. Unfortunately enough, my lawyer can't seem to negotiate with both JKR and the guy who created Glee (I can't remember his name!) to keep Kurt or HJP.
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The first time she liked a boy, it was when her Mum brought him over from England. His name was James Potter, apparently he was a cousin of Mum. He was only a year older than Liz, but he was different from all the other boys from her school. The first thing she noticed about him was his accent. It was charming as well as cute. It reminded her of her father and Mum. The second thing was the hair. It was all messy and it looked soft. Liz, no longer Lizzy, wanted to run her hands through them. All in all, James Potter was the first boy Liz liked more than just a passing crush.
Liz knew in the end, there was no future for them. They were family, second cousins if she read the family map correctly. He was the fantasy every teenage girl dreamed of and a fantasy that would never happen, especially with the way he kept talking about his Rose flower. At the age where boys were suddenly everything to a girl, Liz wanted nothing more than to escape back to Europe, back to the safety of her home in France, where her education was everything and not who would be her future husband.
Her mum raised her with the thought that a woman can do a job just as well, if not better, than any man. Ivy Potter was a strong woman. She was her role model in life. Liz didn't need a man in her life. She only needed her mind and will to survive in the world. It might be hard, but it wasn't impossible.
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The first time she fell for a boy, Liz just transferred into her second high school. Her previous high school was Carmel High, a drone producing factory instead of a school. After several complaints and begging, she was allowed to transfer to McKinley High School, supposedly a good school. It wasn't the best school in the city, but it was passable. Her first day of school, Liz made sure she was dressed to impress. Mum always said if she was going to make an impression, she had to dress it, work it, and make it unforgettable.
Her outfit was perfect, her bag packed and ready, her car, a birthday present from her dearest mother was parked and locked, she was ready to start the next chapter of her life. The first impression the school gave her was not impressive. It appeared dull, dim, and disgustingly bias as she watched jocks pushed students into lockers with teachers walking right by uncaring. With a blank face, she made her way to the principal's office. It took only five minutes for her to receive all her papers and a short chat with the man before she was sent on her merry way. If that was the way they treated a new transfer student, Liz wondered how they treated their own students.
As the rest of her day passed, she was introduced to the hierarchy of the school student population. One jock stood out especially to her. She didn't know his full name, but from the jersey he wore, his last name Hummel was branded into her mind as he shoved her into a wall and ran a hand down her face. With his teammates by his side, they taunted her before leaving her behind in a fit of rage. She had to force herself to stay quiet, to remember her father's stories of being a bully, of fighting, of hurting people. She reminded herself of her mother. They didn't deserve her energy. They didn't deserve her anger.
That was when she met him, Dante. He was a Senior, a year above her own. He helped her calm down, picked up her bag, and complimented her outfit as he walked her to her next class. He was the last transfer student before she came along and he made himself into her student mentor. Liz couldn't help but blush at the thought of the older boy. He was kind to her, sweet, and he made time for her. She knew it was too soon for anything to come out from the causal relationship, but this was a fantasy that was possible instead of her fantasy of James.
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The day her heart broke was the same day she made a friend out of her first bully. She liked Dante, a lot. She liked him enough to even date the boy. He was her first major crush, after all. Even though he didn't want to meet her father, Liz felt it was alright to hide him from her father. It was their little secret. Yet, after a while, he started getting touchy with her, something she was uncomfortable with. With each incident, she told him firmly, "No." With each incident, he grew worse.
One day, he managed to drag her off to the side door, one where very few people used. Liz grew weary when he didn't say anything, started kissing her, and before long, his hands were attempting to get under her shirt. The moment she felt his hands tugging on her shirt, she pushed him away. Another firm "No." This time, he didn't stop.
By then, she was starting to freak out. All the previous time, whenever she said no, he would stop. This time, he didn't. He tugged harder, ripping her shirt partway. She screamed for him to stop, to let her go, he didn't stop. Instead, he slammed her against the wall, her head knocked hard against the wall, dazing her for a moment. She didn't catch completely what he said, but she did catch a part.
"…I had enough of waiting for you to get your shit in gear, bitch. I held out for you for months! I think it's time for me to get what I want, whether you're ready for it or not."
When her mind finally registered what he said and what it meant, she screamed and kicked. He trapped her legs with his longer and stronger ones and covered her mouth with one hand. The other was sliding up her body under her shirt. The moment he touched her skin, she knew she was in trouble. She needed help, she needed her father; she wanted her mum. Tears started filling her eyes at the thought she might lose her virginity to the lying creep. Her mind retreated slightly back from herself. This wasn't a memory she wanted to remember. Her body went limp, even her fighting spirit dimmed at the difference in strength between the two.
The difference between his sweaty hand on her body and the absent of it brought her attention back to reality. She stared at the scene before her, a tall jock pounding the creep who touched her. Her legs lost their support and she slid down the wall, eyes never left the two boys. When the jock finally stopped beating the creep, he turned towards her.
Let it be known, Liz was a strong girl, one whose confidence was recently shattered and fear was established. She was in shock, a small part of her mind noted. The jock took off his jersey, threw it near her, before he turned his back, a streak of red ran across his cheeks. Liz looked down at the jersey and noticed her own problem. When Dan-the creep ripped her shirt, it wasn't a small rip like she hoped. It was a long one, basically it tore her shirt in half. With quick hands, she took off the shirt, wore it backwards, so her front was covered. Her hands paused as she glanced down at the jersey.
"I might be a jerk at times, but I know how to treat a girl right."
His voice was husky, as though it held a lot of anger and indignation. Liz slowly wore the jersey, uncomfortable with the large jacket. He kicked the creep once more before he helped her up and out of the school in silence. He drove her home in her car, left her car with her, and went to pick up his own car back at the school.
It was an hour later she broke down in her house. It was two after the break down, before her mother came home to rock her to sleep. It was six hours after she told her mother what happened, a lawsuit was written up against Dante Rivera. It was nearly two in the morning before her father came home from working two back to back shifts. It took nearly two hours for Ivy Potter to calm Dudley Dursley to not commit first degree murder on the bastard who touched his baby.
The next day, she returned the jersey and not even ten minutes later for the entire school to spread the word that the new transfer student Liz Dursley had the Quarterback of the Titans football team, Burt Hummel's, jersey for the night. Rumors spread rapidly, ranging from the tame (he lent it to her for some reason) to the wild (something to do with jam, car oil, and the school's mascot). Yet Liz didn't care for the rumors. With a shy smile, a clean jersey, and sincere thanks, Liz made a new friend.
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She never expected to fall in love so soon in life. Love was supposed to be some sort of emotion that was supposed to escape her grasp until she suffered through the trials life sent her way. It wasn't supposed to crash into her life in the form of Burt Hummel. Of course, she didn't know she was in love with the jock. No, she didn't realize the tingly feeling in her stomach was the anticipation to see him, the giddy laugh in her chest was the joy of seeing him, and definitely not the urge within her heart to simply tell him of her unrealized feelings.
After the incident, Liz vowed to not think too much about boys and relationships at the time. She wanted nothing to do with the opposite gender after the Creep. However the only male she didn't mind spending time with was Burt Hummel. He was always around, escorting her to her classes. She always made sure he knew she could take care of herself but appreciated his presence. After a while, they started talking about other things. One topic led to another before he mentioned he needed help with History. Being the top of her class, Liz offered to help.
The day she realized she was in love was the day her mother met Burt. It was a chance meeting actually. Burt was over one day, another tutoring session when her mum came to visit. She wasn't supposed to be visiting for another few weeks at the earliest. The meeting between the two was slow to start. Mum stared long and hard at Burt while Burt looked confused between Mum and Liz. When Liz explained how Mum was her Mum and no she did not have plastic surgery, Burt introduced himself. With her skills in politics, Mum buried her way through Burt's jock shell and into the person who was Burt Hummel, oldest of three, first to go to college in the last two generations, and Liz's friend.
As Liz watched her mum interrogate her best guy friend, she felt a zing of anger towards her mum. Maybe it was the anger that alerted her of her feelings, maybe it was the knowing glance from mum, or maybe it was the blush on Burt's face when Mum brought her up in their conversation. Whatever finally clued her in on her feelings, Liz felt her face flushed with blood. Her ears burned from how oblivious she was when her own mother, who knew barely anything about Burt, knew how much she was in love with him before she even knew.
The question now, was how she was supposed to tell Burt.
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By the time she graduated high school, Elizabeth felt as though everything was right in the world. At the end of her junior year, Elizabeth confessed her feelings to Burt, who accepted her feelings and agreed to be her boyfriend. Throughout the summer they went on dates, she introduced him to her father, and eventually, the entire school knew they were an item. Her mum only smiled secretly at Elizabeth when she told her about her new relationship status. It didn't surprise her that she knew before Elizabeth even told her. She was perceptive like that.
When she graduated high school, Elizabeth was set for college in New York, her heart set on entering the fashion world. Of course, if she had time, acting and singing as a member of a theater group wouldn't be bad either. Burt decided to become a mechanic but he decided to, at the very least, finish his associate at community college. Their relationship was steady and even if Elizabeth was going to New York for school, they didn't want to break up. They had the entire summer before she left and any breaks in between. She wanted him, not because he saved her or he had a plan in life, no. She wanted him, Burt Hummel, because like her mother, once she fell in love, it was hard to break away.
She was set in life, ready to take it by storm. Yet a small part of her, the part that loved Burt irrevocably, feared he might find another woman when she returned from New York. When she left for New York, she wanted Burt to do something, anything to promise her, show her, he would never cheat on her. And he did. A promise ring, carefully picked out from a pre-picked selection from her mum, and a vow to wait.
Days, weeks, and months passed. Elizabeth focused on school, determined to succeed in her career path. The letters from Burt and her father were her highlights of her day. The frequent visits from her mother were a godsend. Yet, all she wanted as she experienced life in New York was to return back to the arms of her boyfriend.
The day she returned from New York, Burt took her out for a romantic walk through the park at night. That night, he kneeled down on one knee and pulled out a small velvet box. His words were lost to Elizabeth, but his question was clear.
The day Burt Hummel proposed to her, was the happiest day of her life.
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A/N: Needed to speed things along a bit. So, about four years in this chapter, brief mentions of James, Ivy, and Dudley. Yes, that was James Potter, Harry Potter's dad that was mentioned. Like in the previous chapter, I mentioned I will tie three story lines together to form one big story line. Later on, I might write his version of this story, in a way, when I feel like it. Yes, I am planning to fit in everyone. HJP's cannon world will be bumped up ten years, simply to keep everyone together.
Anyone caught my implication of Marvolo here?
It was a little rushed, now that I read it over, but I like it. I don't feel like rewriting this all over again. This was my third revision. I'm not rewriting this again!