The Minster's Daughter- Draco Malfoy

maybe twenty days.

They whirled back into a setting- Audrey's house to be exact. Draco felt he'd never get used to apparition, especially not when she was taking him from North Scotland to Sailsbury. Still, he needed to be invested in her feelings; for her.

"Alright?" he panted, brushing the wrinkles from his shirt. He hadn't had time to put his robes on, so he was quite cold, wearing only his white shirt and black trousers.

"Bit of a silly question, Draco."

She led off to the house, expecting him to follow behind.

The lawn and plants were all in ship-shape, and the stairs looked as if they'd been put there yesterday, not as if they'd been put there 150 years ago.

"Come on, Draco!"

He was pulled from his thoughts about her well-cleaned stairs to the current situation. His feet carried him to her, who was waiting patiently by the door, under the shelter from the rain. Her hand turned the door handle, and they were met with silence inside. She removed her robe, hanging it on the pegs he'd failed to notice before, behind the door. There were four- a black one, a white one, a red one with black crosses on them, and a light blue peg with white clouds painted on, which was the one she placed her robe onto.

"You're wet, correct?" she asked, turning to him. He nodded, realising that his clothes were soaked.

"Erm, yes."

"We'll sort something out. You can't have a cold," she smiled, and his chest heated up. "Any requests for dinner? I want a special dinner," she stated, taking a couple of coins from her pants, and putting them into the pocket on her cloak.

"Special dinner? What do you mean?"

"Like a three course kind of thing. It's silly, really. It may sound awful, but even though he's dead, it's my Father's birthday," she said, looking down at her shoes.

"It's not silly at all, love. I think it's rather traditionalist of you," he muttered.

"Good. Any requests?"

"Anything you fancy. You know I'll eat anything. Well, apart from-"

"Fish," she completed, and he smiled. He'd told her he hated any and all fish when she was babbling to him one night of a muggle item named 'fish fingers'. He thought the idea was absurd, as was the fish itself. His remembering was cut short when she gasped, grabbing the slightest bit of his shirt arm to pull him into the next room; the main entrance sort of room. It had a sofa and chair set- too fancy looking to be considered to be in a room a family would sit in.

"You must be freezing! I'm having a bath, so you should too while I'm in there," she explained, and he grew happy at the thought of bathing in her presence again.

"Where's your room?"

"It's westwards-"

"MISS AUDREY!"

Here we bloody go.

A small army of elves flooded into the room from a door across the room, all of them crying or sniffling into their cloths. Leading the pack was a familiar elf, Minky.

"Miss, please don't make us leave! We'll serve you the rest of your life! Even the blond boy! Anything to remains in your employments Miss!"

The other nine or so elves nodded, and mumbled words of promise and agreement, some begging.

"The house is in my name, and so are you. If you don't want to leave, I won't make you," Audrey muttered and they sobbed and sighed in relief. "I'd like to ask you all a favour, actually."