The Minster's Daughter- Draco Malfoy

my house.

"I can explain," she started, but was soon interrupted by his angered voice.

"Well get to it!" he boomed, nearly making her flinch. Nearly, but not quite. In the oddest way, her fight or flight kicked in, and she didn't go for the latter,

"Well, it's not like I owe you any explanation, but I didn't ask him to touch me, which was all it was. Second of all, yes, I exaggerated the friends aspect of it because it's too fucking complex, and you'd have not let me go, which in hindsight probably would have been better because they only took me there to convince me to marry the FUCKING CUNT!" she shouted, but his face didn't move, like stone.

"What's complex? What have you done to make him touch you and want to fucking marry you?" he seethed. She was wondering the same. She was also wondering how she was going to tell him. His face softened when he seen her thinking about it.

"Can I show you?"

"How would yo-"

"Take my arm," she said firmly, and he obliged and they apparated immediately.

The state of her childhood home had been fixed, presumably by the other elves, she thought on it as he recollected himself in her garden. There wasn't blood on the steps where she'd watched her crutch bleed to death anymore, which she was mostly grateful of. The other part of her wanted her Father to find her. But Winky deserved better. The world, even.

"Where we at?" he panted, straightening his shirt.

"My house," she squeaked,

"How's it so well-kept? Nobody lives here," he sneered, looking to the perfectly trimmed lawn.

"We have some elves that came to us after escaping a rather cruel household. They have trauma that inclines them to be obsessively compulsive when it comes to appearance and upkeep in their environment," she mumbled, remembering the way some of them behaved when she was young.

"Your house doesn't look very big for what I've read about it," he scrunched his nose up.

"My great-grandmother put an undetectable extension charm on it quite some time ago when she came into more money," she murmured, leading the way to the front door.

Walking in, everything was in it's usual place, fixed and polished. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar elf trying to scrub an inside corner of the skirting board with a toothbrush.

"Minky," she spoke, almost whispered. The elf turned rapidly.

"Oh, mistress I thought yous was never going to return! Not after the deaths of my sister Winky!" she exclaimed. Her face softened, and knelt down to take the elf's hands in hers.

"The man didn't touch any of the others, did he?" she asked.

"No, Miss. He seens us and we said she was no kitchen elf, but yours, rather. He said stuffs about Mistress that Minky didn't like," the elf shook her head, almost crying. Draco watched the interaction, a million questions coming to mind, begging to be answered. "Please tells us you're coming to the Manor at Christmas, Miss. We've had nobody's to serve. Minky has been scrubbing in anticipation of Mistress's arrival!"

"There's no need, I'm afraid. There's a ball on Christmas eve, and the breaks been extended till the middle of January. I'll probably stay at school. I doubt my Father will return as well," she stood, letting go of the elf's hand. "I've just came to collect something I've forgot from Mother's study," she said, then continued to walk, coming to a large room with a staircase in the centre. She ascended, as did he and turned left. Then left. Then left again, until they were in a hallway, and entered a door on the left-hand side.