The Minster's Daughter- Draco Malfoy

out of sorts.

Draco was bored. Plain and simple.

Pansy looked nice, but she'd never compare with Audrey in his opinion. Speaking of, he watched her walk into the hall with that pillock on her arm.

When he met her eyes, something was off. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was certainly not right. He could see that her breathing was shallow and he caught a glance at her pupils that were wider than his thumb when she walked passed, her eyes raking over him. 

Weirdly, it reminded him of a photo he seen in her Mother's study of her and her Mother. In the face, they were almost identical apart from a detail he only noticed in that singular photo he seen. It was in colour, and her Mother wasn't wearing a fetching hat like she was in the photos in her room. 

Her hair was almost white, and he thought the colourer of the photo made a mistake, but it translated to other photos around the room. Her skin was pale, which contrasted greatly to Audrey's olive complexion.  Her eyes had glimmers to them that he now seen in Audrey when she walked passed him. 

The thing that caught him off-guard the most was the scent that overthrew his senses. She always smelled amazing, and anybody would agree, but tonight it was intoxicating, and he felt the strongest of urges claim her, be with her.

The dance between the champions and their partners started and his blood boiled when he seen that her partner was just as good as she was. If he wasn't leading or disgustingly obsessed with her in general, on first glace he would've thought he swung the other way.  

At the opposite side of the hall, he watched her Father watch them thoughtfully while his own Father spoke to their side with Amycus Carrow and Professor Moody. All at once, they glanced up at him, as if they were talking about him and all gave suspicious smiles. His eyes averted when others were invited to dance and Pansy pulled him to the floor.

He had to give it to her, she was quite good, all the way up until it ended, when she ran off gushing towards Daphne and Millicent.

"Draco," he heard his name, turning to the sound and seeing his Father beckon him over. Next to him stood Amycus, who was whispering something into Louis ear, which he seemed to be outraged by, his eyes burning holes into Draco. He looked round for Audrey before approaching, finding her speaking to her Father, drinking punch. Barty looked at her flabbergasted while she babbled, taking a sip of punch every so often. Her lips on the glass lowkey gave him floaty feelings in his stomach for absolutely no reason, and he internally scolded himself. Draco Malfoy does not get butterflies over women drinking punch, no matter how absolutely delicious she, or the punch for that matter, looked.

When he neared his Father, he watched that Fudge twat storm off, Amycus sneering as he stomped away, out of the doors.

"Mr Fudge is currently occupied, as is Miss Parkinson. Why don't you dance with Miss Crouch next?" his Father drawled. He turned to see Pansy snogging the living daylights out of Cormac McLaggen, getting a bit too touchy-feely for his stomach to process without being physically ill. In the other direction, he seen Audrey with her champagne glass full of punch, listening to her Father speak to Fudge Sr, a charming, yet definitely false look on her face. "What are you lolling about for, boy? Go and ask!" he whisper shouted, taking Draco's drink from his hand.

Draco sighed at his demand, turning and making his way to Audrey and the two Politicians stood over her.

"Ah, Mr Malfoy," her Father smiled at Draco, as if in relief. Fudge seemed to look down at him suspiciously, but the thing that struck him the most was the look his dearest gave him when she turned. Not so much the look, actually, but the way her eyes changed when she found his gaze. Her pupils were massive, and her eyes seemed to glitter, as if they were silver-rimmed. Her Father's eyes flickered from her to him repeatedly, worry striking his face.