- ᴀ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
Draco lifts his head up, shooting a glance towards his left to the witch staring shamelessly at him, his pale eyes settling on her, grunting irritably,
"Do you ever mind your own business?"
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𝕯raco narrows his eyes, pinning them to an unmistakable hufflepuff with doe eyes and chocolate hair.
They were in Astronomy class at this midnight hour, and while Draco initially contemplated sacking it off to engage in his more pressing matters at hand, astronomy had always been a breath of fresh air for him, a way to relax and wind down from all the stress and expectations weighing on his shoulders.
Except he can't do that when every time he lowers his quill to his star chart to fill one of the constellation names in, babbling and stupid giggling ring in his ears from a few rows in front. It was off-putting and distracting to say the least. He'd tried, he really tried not to let it bother him, reminding himself to focus starry skies instead, but he can only do that so many times before he finally snaps.
The blue-robed boy besides her seemed just as interested in the conversation as she was, ruffling his absurdly long crow hair, and grinning charmingly. Anyone with eyes would realise he was chatting her up, and she was senselessly allowing him to.
Draco grumbles under his breath, shifting in his chair and finding his nearest hardback textbook to drop flat against his face in despair. Nobody else seemed to be bugged by the pair, too busy with finding their own ways to communicate to their friends or idiotically messing up their charts.
The weighing scales in his mind were tipping to make his decision, one being to pack up his things and leave the class, the second to charge towards them and throttle whoever he gets his hands on first. He wouldn't mind either, as long as they stopped fucking talking.
"Why are you all squirmy and frustrated?" Theo questions lowly, eyeing Draco and analysing his odd behaviour, a smirk teasing his lips when he begins to wonder, "Oh, have you finally given in and had a little playdate with Parkinson?"
Draco's face turns a light shade of green, visibly shuddering at the mere thought entering his mind. Theo barks out a laugh at his reaction, drumming his fingertips against the desk with an arched brow when his disgust morphed into a scowl, not so nicely jabbing his elbow into his ribs with a hiss,
"No, of course not, and if you know what's good for you, you'll never say that again"
Theo rolled his eyes, waving him off and gently rubbing his bruising side. When he glances towards his friend again, he notices him boring his eyes into two skulls and then towards Professor Sinistra with an exasperated face for their interruptions. It was better to leave brooding Draco to it, he's learned that from past experiences.
But Theo never passes up an opportunity to provoke him further, his green-blue eyes gleaming with wickedness when he leans close to Draco, taunting, "Is your father going to hear all about this? Oh wait..."
Within an instant, the noise of Draco's chair screeching backwards echoed the tower, many heads turning just in time to watch his clenched fist pound into Theo's jawline, his other hand fisting the neckline of his robes harshly to grip him.
