The Minster's Daughter- Draco Malfoy

easy-peelers.

A/N - I'd just like to clarify that 'Louis' doesn't have to be Louis Partridge. The photo in his intoductory chapter was just the best way I could describe the look on his face. By all means, imagine an ugly cow bag :)

It was the 24th of December; the day of the Yule Ball. Audrey woke up in her dorm and immediately frowned when she realised the presence on the opposite side of her bed that she was used to wasn't there, but in his place on the pillow was a note.

Had to go for a few things in Hogsmeade with the lads. If I don't see you at breakfast, I'll try and see you before the ball so you can flash me that dress you've been banging in about, or you could just flash me.

D xx

She decided to shower and get ready for breakfast after rolling her eyes at his innuendo. If she hadn't have got up from his side of the bed, she wouldn't have noticed a bunch of flowers, tulips to be exact, sat in a very fancy vase that she'd never seen. On the rim was another note.

I forgot my shirt in here, so I thought I'd surprise you. My plans of absolute top tier romance were spoilt because you were still flat out. I made this vase in Muggle Art last year, and I've never needed it. Keep it, I rather like the flower shop in the village anyways, so have it handy.

D xx

Inspecting said vase, it looked fancy, but you could tell he made it. It was white with some sort of green shine in the gloss, with gold detailing on it here and there, and at the bottom on the base was 'D.M'. To her, it was perfect, despite a chip here and there. She certainly could never make such a thing. She was terrible at art and everything surrounding it. The fact that he gave her it, confessing that he made it himself warmed her insides. He could buy a hundred antique vases, vases that were made by famous sculptors, and not have a dent in his bank.

Before she could even get out of bed, she heard the door open by, who she assumed was, Draco.

"Morning," she mustered, rubbing her eyes, still sat on Draco's side of the bed, facing away from the door.

"Morning, Girly," she heard a sneer and her stomach dropped. Of course, he couldn't just ruin her night. He had to ruin her morning as well. She could've wept.

"What do you want, Louis?"

"Just thought I'd come and see if you're all prepared for tonight. I've got a surprise for you. I'd give it to you now, but a man's anticipation is the best medicine, wouldn't you agree?" she could hear his smirk before she saw it, as he strode across the room to stand almost on top of her.

"You're no man. Men don't victimise women, nevermind girls," she spat, trying to stand but he pushed her to lie on her back, bending over so his face was mere inches from hers, his hands either side of her head.

"You're wrong. I'm a man because I get what I want. But you said it yourself- you're just a girl. You're no woman. You're a little girl, oblivious to what's gonna happen to you when your old chronie dad kicks the bucket. When I've got you on hand, you'll want to service me," that was it. Audrey let go as tears fell in a free-for-all down her face as he continued over her sobs, "By the time you're thirty, I want your fingers twitching from muscle memory from peeling easy-peeler oranges for my boys all day. I want your tits spilling with milk from me giving you seed after seed, and I want your body printed in our lovely, white, christened mattress," he grinned maliciously before licking a salty tear from her face, causing her to scream from beneath him, earning her a chuckle in her ear. His hands were now holding her wrist as he lapped tears from her face like a sick man.

"Who the fuck's wasted money getting you flowers?" he growled, letting go and standing.

"M-my dad," she stuttered her lie and his eyes glowed watching her try to wipe his spit from her cheeks with her sleeve, before pinching her cheeks roughly and conescendingly. She tried to pry his hands away, but however strong she was, she didn't have much weight behind her strength.