The Minster's Daughter- Draco Malfoy

cage at my bedside.

More smut for you hoes next chapter, which should be up tomorrow. I'm re-reading Erised Effect and y'all I-.

It's just a-fucking-mazing.

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Christmas day that year was the best she'd had. She'd have no doubt been in a kitchen in whatever house Amycus wanted to stay in, either making dinner or getting harassed. She told him so, during a deep conversation over a bath and some wine late in the night, after they'd been for their Christmas meal later than everyone else to avoid the crowd over pigs in blankets.

He felt good knowing that he had taken her mind off things, and gave her something to keep on her finger from him at all times.

On Boxing day, everyone was due to go home, and after much thought, Audrey didn't take his offer to go with him for the whole holiday. Before he left, she received an invitation to Draco's Mother's New Year's Eve ball, telling her that her Father would be in attendance as well. Once Draco knew of this, he tried to convince her to attend, then stay with them until the break was over a week after the event. She said she'd stay the night of the ball, which he knew was the best he was going to get. The invitation was extravagant, black glitter bordering the parchment, and her name in cursive followed by the details about 'best dress' and 'best dress robes' titles being given out, encouraging guests to 'look the part'.

He left a few hours later, leaving her and just eleven other students behind, and she wondered what to do with herself, but decided to fill the day with note taking for her and Draco's next set of Potions together, but found herself consumed by work. 

She done it the next day, and the next. She'd gotten countless things done for the both of them, and even had a meeting with Snape and Dumbledore about what she wanted to do about her O.W.L.S situation.

"I'll give you three choices, Miss Crouch." Snape's voice droned, "You could re-take your O.W.L.S at the end of next year, and progress with the other students your age. You might want to continue this year and start N.E.W.T.S next year and take them with your year group, giving you a year advantage, or you could simply move to N.E.W.T courses after Christmas and be examined at the end of sixth year."

"I'd also advise," Dumbledore started, "that N.E.W.T.S are tedious things, and with much more advanced subjects. Having the year advantage may give you time to... how to put it?  Well, it gives leniency, which could come quite useful," he shot her a confusing smile, and he thought it was just him babbling to himself. "Plus, you're a TriWizard champion, regardless of who put your name in. This year could be a bit of a breather. Revision, if you will."

Who'd told him she didn't put her name in?

"I agree, Professor. But I'd like to stay in classes for the rest of the year," she said, and Snape nodded, speaking back.

"I think that would be doable. After all, you're easily taught, and you seem to keep your little chums in line in my classroom. Well, Mr Malfoy, anyway," he narrowed his eyes, as if searching for something, but Dumbledore gasped at his statement as Snape walked out of the office.

"You're finding the room ample, I hope?" he asked, offering me a sweet from a dish on his desk. 

"To be honest, Professor, I haven't been in since before the first task. I don't know about Dra- erm, Malfoy."

"Understandable. I haven't had the chance to commend you on your performance in the task. Very, very impressive. Now, you best be off. Relax. Have a bath. The prefects bathrooms are open, and from what I've heard from Mister Diggory, the golden eggs wash very nicely in there," he trailed off, guiding a very confused Audrey out of his office.