The Minster's Daughter- Draco Malfoy

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"What's your favourite colour?" she asked. A simple question, after a long period of silence. They were on her bed, at opposite sides, looking inward at each other. Until now, both of them had their eyes closed. He was thinking about what she'd just shown him. She was thinking about everything but what she'd just shown him. He smirked before answering.

"I'll give you three guesses."

"Green."

"No."

"Black."

"No."

"Well, I'm out of guesses," she smiled.

"Well, you'll never know-"

"It's red." she stated, firmly.

"Correct. In the tradition of returning questions, Audrey, my dear, what is your favourite colour," he smirked again. Everything seemed so relaxed all of a sudden, and she enjoyed it.

"Guess," she smirked.

"Pink?"

"Typical to assume a girl's favourite colour is pink, wouldn't you think?" she giggled, and he smiled.

"Alright then, purple?" he questioned.

"No, no, no," she grinned, "One more guess."

"I don't know... blue?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed.

"Favourite food?" he asked, her eyes lit up.

"Raspberry ripple ice cream. I'd eat it every day for every meal for the rest of my life if I could, but I doubt it'd do my body any good. What about you? What's the infamous Draco Malfoy's favourite food?"

"Believe it or not, apple crumble," he smirked, "But I'm quite partial to a woman's-"

"I'm not going to let you finish that," she laughed, blushing.

They continued with asking random questions about each other, taking each piece of information about the other person as it came until an hour and a half before the party she was expected to attend. He found out her favourite drink, place to eat, favourite book, magazine, Muggle item and so many other quirky things.

"The Diggory lad approached me when you were out, saying I could come as a friend of yours. Everyone in the year's invited," he muttered as both of them got up from their positions on the bed.

"Alright, but you should probably stay around Pansy and Blaise," she mumbled, making her way to the bathroom.

"How come I don't get to be with you?"

"They're gonna think it's a bit suspicious of you, don't you think?" she said, as he trailed behind her.

"I don't care," he shrugged. "And it's not even like they'll get any ideas either. I'll just tell them-"

"Draco, please." she looked almost defeated as she pleaded to him, handing him a towel. He felt it.

"This isn't about my friends is it?"

"Well, it is but I suppose Harry and them won't appreciate me being friends with their so called 'enemy', never mind whatever we have going on," she huffed in confession.

"If they were your friends, they wouldn't care. They'd trust your judgement, wouldn't they?"

She paused, then nodded.

"Bath or shower?" she asked, pulling away.

"Shower, dear. Do you, by any chance, happen to have a razor of some sorts. Stubble isn't attractive," he said, flashing himself a look in the mirror.