The Minster's Daughter- Draco Malfoy

i swear to you.

Draco huddled to her on the boat. Diggory and that bird of his sat opposite, flexing his muscles like a fucking idiot. She was shivering, and wet and his muggle watch read 12:16. The water had not done her good, and he could see she was struggling to keep herself composed. He'd ask her about it, but it felt premature. He was trying his best, he really was, but he couldn't help sighing when she shrugged him off.

"I haven't forgiven you."

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12 HOURS EARLIER

"Draco, you need to try this!"

Daphne handed him a bright pink shot of something he couldn't identify, but drank it anyways. He flashed her a look, and he seen a bit of Rose in her. Granted, they were twin sisters, but they looked quite different. All she ever used to complain about was her 'disgrace of a sister' that he'd never met, and from what he'd heard of Rose, she was an uncivilised, feral, disgusting, overweight, pathetic shell of a girl. The Rose he'd met was far from those things.

He couldn't recall how it had turned into a drinking party. After a couple of weeks of being in school, Audrey finally told him she needed a night to herself. He knew she got like that sometimes, and he obliged after they had a small tiff over the fact that Draco said that she didn't look too well. Audrey took it to offense, and became anxious. Then he told her off for being insecure, and he lashed out when she said that he gave her a reason to be, considering how much she found out he'd told Blaise about her.

Then he came to the dorm, finding Theo, Daphne, Astoria, and Pansy in his and the other two boys' shared room with drinks and cards on the floor. Daphne kept ordering quiet Astoria to fetch more and more bottles from their stash, and soon enough, Draco was off his face whispering to Theo about everything 'amazing' about females, simultaneously receiving copious amounts of unnamed drinks from Daphne. Theo spoke to him after he downed his drink.

"You know, I've not had my face in a pair of tits in so long, Draco. I've got fucking withdrawals," he muttered, his head lolling onto Draco's shoulder. Draco was sat against the foot of his bed, Theo on him and the rest scattered in a circle engrossed in a conversation about Pansy's promiscuity and Blaise's womanising. "But there's this one girl. She's gorgeous. I met her yesterday. Such lovely tits, Draco. So perfect. She told me I was charming. Me! I asked her if she was doing anything tomorrow, but she said she was busy. I'd kill to have her in bed every night. Wouldn't mind her around, either," he trailed.

"Must be a special girl," Draco said to him.

"She is. I think you've met her. She looks like Daphne, but ten times fitter, and tits twice as big," he reminisced.

"You seem to be infatuated with her tits, Theo. That's Daphne's sister. She's quiet, but funny."

"Oi, Daphne!"

"Yes, Theo?" she drawled.

"Reckon your sister's got someone?"

"As if, Theo! Her and her little friend are the world's biggest virgins you've ever seen!"

Draco smirked to himself, and Theo playfully elbowed him. Clearly, Pansy hadn't told her about what he'd said while playing truth or dare a couple of months ago.

"Her friend isn't, Daphne. Not sure about her, though," she wondered, and Daphne immediately became confused.

"Who fucked her? She's a twig, and her proportions are strange! She shouldn't have hips so prominent for someone who only eats vegetables and potatoes!" she ranted, and Draco thought to himself. Over the passed twenty three days, he'd been thinking strongly about the prophecy. He didn't know what to think, but he'd found a few things that lined up. Her hips, for example. They were prominent, but not so much you'd think she'd altered herself. Child-bearing hips, he thought.