- 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?"
Oonagh pondered silently, tuc...
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𝕺onagh had known things would be different back amongst the stone walls of Hogwarts, but she didn't think it would be as difficult as it was.
She missed the rocky cliffs and sea, she missed Rosaleen and her noisy town's people, she missed her rainbow houses, and the lazy sheep. She missed Draco. Over the holidays they'd been spoiled with the forbidden, crossing boundaries that separate their two different worlds.
What was lingering touches in Ireland, had now been reduced to lingering stares across the room. For there to be lingering stares, that would mean for Draco to be there, which he wasn't very much. It was like he'd disappeared all together since arriving back at Hogwarts, shrinking back into that poor, heavy shell she'd slowly cracked open to set him free.
Oonagh missed him.
She doodles idly on her parchment, blocking out the droning tones of Snape in DADA, doing her best not to think about the empty chair to her right. The other Slytherin's turned up she knew, Blaise, Theo and Pansy, they didn't appear to be involved in whatever Draco was.
In the back of her mind, the encounter between him and Snape plays on, and she suspects the reason for his absence is due to the mysterious job he's been tasked with. She peers over her shoulder at the sound of the door quietly clicking open and closed, followed by the footsteps of the fair haired boy himself.
Snape doesn't pause his lecture at the late arrival, only makes brief eye contact with Draco as he slumps into his seat, then continuing on. Oonagh couldn't tell what the topic was, she hadn't listened the entire time, and she definitely wasn't going to now.
"Where've you been?" She whispers, eyebrows knitting together at his uncomfortable shiftiness, pale eyes refusing to look anywhere but forwards, whispering dismissively back, "Nowhere"
Concern starts to brew in her chest, spying the return of plum circles underneath his eyes, the same ones of which had faded over the course of the holidays. When he'd been sleeping, free of stress, worries and doubts. It was clear that he's spiralling downwards already.
Being back at Hogwarts had struck Draco's chest with powerful lightning of realisation. Whilst the Christmas break was probably the best one of his life, and he wants to hang on to every piece of it, hang on to Oonagh, time is ticking on. They're in a new year. The year he's supposed to complete his task or suffer the consequences. He can't afford to be inattentive to the Vanishing Cabinet now.
He can feel those ridiculously beautiful blue eyes on him, steadily scanning over him. Oh Merlin, how much he longs to go back. Back to where it's Draco and Oonagh in Ireland, able to touch and be near without troubling reminders that they ought to be careful of who's watching. Draco and Oonagh at Hogwarts is a different life to live. Anything between them is a taboo.
