The Minster's Daughter- Draco Malfoy

all to myself.

-AUDREY'S POV-

I woke with an arm slung around me, holding me tight. Instantly, I recalled the memories from last night, smiling to myself stupidly. Judging by the darkness outside, it wasn't 7 am yet, and I was filled with energy that needed dispersed. Going to an all-girls school with a ridiculous timetable converted me to an early riser.

Last night, Draco convinced me to take my medication. It had been sitting on my bedside, but I was fearful in case I'd become bed-bound again, with no feeling below my hips. The protruding erection against my arse told me otherwise.

I tried to slink away from his grasp, but he stirred, pulling me tighter to him.

"Get back here," he groaned, his morning voice was immaculate.

"Draco, I'm going for a jog, I'll be back soon-"

"Can't we just go back to sleep while you're cock warming me?" I giggled and squeezed his hand before getting out of bed. Draco put me in a sports bra and shorts to sleep in, and when I got out of bed I was cold.

"Just go back to sleep for an hour and we can get in the shower. I have plans at eleven, so we have the morning," I wavered, putting some leggings on. I used to go running every morning, but this will be the first time since before the first task.

"What fucking plans? I had plans with you, naked, in here, all day," he groaned, eyes still closed.

"I'm going to lunch with Father and Fudge's family. He's had it arranged for a while now," I said, putting a fleece on. Nobody else is up at these unholy hours. The only people I've ever seen are Hermione, Snape and Hagrid when I was running near the lake.

"Do you really have to go for a run?" he whined. I liked this side of him.

"Draco I haven't ran for a month. If I sit inside all day eating chocolates you buy me, it won't be too healthy," I muttered, putting some shoes on. 

"I wouldn't care, dear," he pressed.

"Well, someone else will. If the Minister of Magic's daughter suddenly gained 50 pounds, don't you think Skeeter would put a word into the paper," almost by command, an owl tapped at my window, three items in tow. One was the Prophet, the other two were letters. I sighed when she seen the Carrow family crest on the back in a wax seal. I set it on the bedside, opening the other letter that I recognised was from my father.

Audrey,

Wear something a little bit formal this afternoon. I'll collect you at 11:30. We'll be going into Diagon Alley, so be prepared for reporters. Cornelius will be joining us accompanied by his wife and son.

Your Father.

I rolled my eyes, setting the letter on top of the other unopened one and decided not to look at the Prophet. I knew Skeeter would have put the interview in there from yesterday, so it'd be something to be disgusted at later on. Turning, I seen that Draco had fallen back to sleep, and with that I left to take my usual route around the grounds.

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Draco was awake when I came back. He was reading through the Prophet with his eyes narrowed.

"Have you seen what she's written about you?" he asked. I hadn't been in the room five seconds.

"No, I didn't look before I left."

"Audrey Crouch, just 13 years old," he looked at me, eyebrows raising as he mimicked her screechy voice, making me laugh, "winner of the first task of the tournament everybody's talking about! That's just the caption of your photo, dear."