The Minster's Daughter- Draco Malfoy

silencing glare.

-DRACO'S POV-

It had been two weeks since the Three Broomsticks incident and I've never known somebody to be able to avoid me as well as Audrey had.

At meals, she sat with her Beauxbatons friends. In classes, she sat at the opposite end of the room. In potions, she just simply ignored me. I was about ready to give her one, tell her to stop, but that will just get me further into her bad books.

Today was the day of the first task and I needed to speak to her. 

I was sat at breakfast when I watched those bastard Weasley twins walk her in, arms linked. She was laughing, happier than I'd seen her in a while. I don't think anyone other than me had seen her come in, but then again, my eyes were always drawn to her.

Then, it had come to my attention that she'd have nowhere to sit... apart from next to me, in-between me and Rose. However, it hadn't come to my attention that the others were, in fact, talking about her, as she was approaching.

"Well, she used to cry in her fucking sleep sometimes in our room, the freak. 'Oh, don't. Amycus. No. Don't. Help me, Barty!' Fucking freak," Pansy drabbled, Audrey hearing everything, sitting down next to me in a huff.

"I'm a freak, am I, Pansy?" she spat, poisonously.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about you, Audr-"

"Oh, so it's a case of 'if the shoe fucking fits', is it?" angry Audrey making another appearance was starting to send blood somewhere else.

"Oh, would you shut up? I'm going, come on, Milli, before she bloody cries about it!" she addressed Bulstrode, who tried to finish her food as fast as she could, choking a little as she stood up.

Before Audrey could respond, they were gone.

"Don't think on it, Audrey," Rose said, replacing them in the seat opposite her.

"Believe me, I have more life-threatening things to think about today," Audrey sighed, piling food on her plate. Here comes Blaise's daily comment about it.

"You know, for an ex-Beauxbatons, you really don't watch your waist line, do you, Crouch?" he asked, smirk plastered on his face. Blaise is like a brother to me, but fuck, was he a prick to Audrey.

"I appreciate the thought, Zabini, but I'm pretty sure my calf is thinner than your wrist. On the topic, you should really watch the amount of salt you put on your food. Don't want you having a muggle heart attack, do we?" she sneered, amusing the table and went back to eating a copious amount of bacon.

"Crouch are you excited? I mean... eternal glory!" Theodore Nott's voice asked, Audrey immediately put her head in her hands.

"Nott, I appreciate the thought, but I've heard too much about eternal glory recently,"  she groaned. Now really wasn't the time to be reminded of noises like that, "there's too much to think about."

Sliding my hand under the table, I squeezed the bottom of her thigh, comfortingly though.

"It will be alright. Whatever the task is, just attack it and win. Easy," I joked, making her giggle a bit, "and stop bloody ignoring me. I'm sorry." she nodded, and I hoped it meant she'd forgiven me.

"I don't think I'm allowed to tell you what the task is, but-"

"Wait. You know what the task is?" I questioned. 

"Yeah. Cedric told me a while ago... I should probably go to the stadium now. I think I'm third out, before Harry."

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-NARRATOR'S POV-

Audrey sat in the tent, going through shielding incantations. She'd completely forgot about her brother's warnings of having a tactic and was now left to her own devices about to face a Welsh Green dragon, the second worst in the group. Of course, poor harry had the most dangerous one, god bless.

A loud cheer came from outside, followed by 'KRUM, KRUM, KRUM' over and over. For some reason, Audrey was certain she wasn't going to make it out of the stadium without a major injury, or maybe even make it out at all. Half an hour later, she heard another announcement.

"NOW, THE THIRD CONTESTANT. AUDREY CROUCH" Dumbledore's voice boomed, the kids at Hogwarts could probably hear him.

Harry shot for her, embracing her in a sudden hug that Audrey appreciated more than she could admit.

"Might sound stupid, but good luck," he whispered.

"Thanks, Harry. This might also sound stupid, but good luck," she giggled, diffusing the tension before leaving, entering the stadium.

Draco seen her emerge from the entryway, wand in hand, looking for the dragon.

Audrey seen it stood over a golden egg, staring at her.

The beast moved, stalking towards her, inclining her to jump from her entry way and hide behind a sharp rock below. 

'Breathe, dear'

Audrey was never good at Occlumency, but she knew when someone was using legitimens on her, and Draco's voice in her head felt like a blessing.

She looked around the other side of the rock, met by a huge amount of red, firey light that she quickly retreated from.

"AUDREY YOU NEED TO MOVE!" Hermione's voice screamed from a stadium seat, bringing her to her senses again. She was right, she needed to move.

She moved again, from the other side of the rock this time, catching the dragon off-guard. It noticed, sending a large amount of fire her way from it's mouth.

Before she knew it, she was screaming a spell.

"AGUAMENTI!" she screamed, an enormous jet of water erupting from her wand, creating some sort of whirlpool effect, engulfing the dragon.

She lost concentration, sending the dragon to one end of the stadium and the water going everywhere, over the uneven ground, soaking her. 

Audrey took this opportunity to run for the egg, thinking that it may be her only chance. The dragon got itself together, finally being able to stand.

Before it could move, Audrey had her wand pointed to the ground just below the dragon as she ran.

"BOMBARDA MAXIMA!"

The ground beneath the dragon exploded, sending dust and debris into it's eyes.

In a flash she was there, egg in hand. Cheers erupted from the outskirts, yet all she could her were her own pants and the dragon's cries.

"MISS CROUCH HAS BEATEN HER DRAGON IN A FRACTION OF THE TIME SET BY MISTER DIGGORY. UNTIL ALL OF THE TIMES ARE ACCOUNTED FOR, WE AWARD HER FIRST PLACE!"

This was the last she heard, until she felt inclined to lie down, the feeling forcing her. Draco watched her head smack against the rock beneath her, and most of her body went limp. The egg, however, balanced perfectly on her torso.