The Minster's Daughter- Draco Malfoy

kept waiting.

Smutty chapter. TW- DADDY KINK AND OVERSTIM

-NARRATOR'S POV-

Audrey's journey from the Great Hall to her dorm was slow to say the least. Between her legs and her current situation, she felt like she couldn't move again. He'd told her. Of course, she'd asked about it before but she'd shrugged it off.

"Me and my friends tried to give each other tattoos once."

But of course, she'd only told Draco and now Pansy knew.

She descended the stairs to the trophy room to get to her room, before she was stopped by her three fellow contestants.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" Harry asked, sending her brain towards a spiral of questions. Three boys coming up to her on a Friday night asking what she was doing the following night seemed strange to say the least.

"Nothing tomorrow after 5, why?"

"We're having a party here tomorrow, and well, it would be half decent if the actual winner attended," Cedric smiled.

"Alright, when?" she asked, hopeful that she'd be stable.

"Saturday at 7. Well, tomorrow. Viktor's getting the drinks then," Harry said.

"Yeah, alright," she put on her best smile, before turning to the stairs leading to her room.

"I think I heard someone go up there not too long ago," Cedric shouted, "so don't have a heart attack if you see someone on your bed," he laughed behind her.

She proceeded, making her way up the stairs. Her door was ajar, sparking her curiosity which was heightened when she seen a familiar blond boy looking at the photos on her wall.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, voice strained. Him being there reminded her of how he treated her just an hour ago.

"Repenting my wrongdoings," he muttered, gazing into a photograph he picked up off her drawers.

"Repenting your wrongdoings? REPENTING YOUR FUCKING WRONGDOINGS?" she shouted, tears threatening to fall for the second time that day.

"Yes, now would you just let me?!" he growled, sending shivers down her spine.

"Alright," she squeaked.

"Right. I apologise about my behaviour at dinner," he muttered.

She stood in disbelief. Such a short apology didn't cut it in her books.

"Is that it?" her voice was sharp and icy.

"Well, what else do you expect me to say?" this snarky remark sent her on a rant.

"Well, FIRST OF ALL, you could reassure that you won't do it again, but that'll never fucking happen because your mood changes faster than the fucking weather. Second of all, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT FROM ME? To accept your half-arsed apology because if you do, you have another fucking thing coming. Finally, how could you POSSIBLY THINK  that that pathetic excuse of an apology could get you on solid ground with me again?" she exasperated, feeling out of breath when she finished.

"I just thought that you'd appreciate it," his teeth were gritted and his hands were clenched.

"APPRCIATE IT?" tears were flowing down her face in a free-for-all as she shouted at him, "Do you think I'm not sick of being bullied, belittled and then left to deal with it all afterwards? If anyone was to understand that I thought it would have been you!" she cried, dropping to her knees, giving in to putting her head in her hands.