- 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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𝖂hen Draco finally stirs from his slumber, he feels more rested than he's ever been in his life.
The daylight had faded into darkness over the course of the hours, though there's dotted twinkling lights at the top of the canopy creating a warm glow, reminding him of the stars. It's nighttime now. And still in the nighttime, helped with the fairy-lights, he's able to trace over her features as she snoozes on the pillow right next to him.
For someone so sunny and radiant, she's quite the frowny sleeper. He remembers that from the night in the cottage, trying his hardest not to bark out a laugh as soon as her dreamy, sleepy smile turned into a moody pout. The corners of his lips upturned and he shifts carefully, lifting a hand to trail the cupid's bow of her lips.
Her soft, grumpy boy, she'd called him earlier. If he was that to her, she was his nosy, sunny girl, he decides. He smooths some of her chocolate waves from her face, then glides his palm underneath the pillow behind her head. There's an unexpected, sharp slice to his finger, making him hiss quietly. A thin, stinging line. Paper cut.
Oonagh lets out a cute, sleepy noise, managing to roll into him, knee bending at his hip, then snaking an arm around his neck. Draco temporarily forgets about the paper cut and how he manages to get a paper cut underneath her pillow, tucking up his knee underneath hers so that she's comfortably perched, flattening his cool hand against her spine, running up and down.
He should probably detangling himself and leaving, to spend the rest of the night hours fixing the cabinet like he has been doing. Not twining even more with her. But his heart tells him otherwise. Tells him to spread roots into the ground of the Hufflepuff dorms and to never leave this bed, spending the rest of his existence here with Oonagh O'Connor. No distractions, no life or death ultimatums. Only her.
It's the weekend now anyway, he can spend the free hours hibernating away in the Room of Requirements, for now, he allows himself this. He presses a lingering kiss to the apple of her cheek, then proceeds to the other matter at hand whilst trying not to wake her.
This time he's careful not to cover his fingers in paper cuts, grasping what feels like square prints, sliding them out. Polaroids. They're muggle, labelled polaroids that she apparently keeps hidden underneath her pillow. And what makes Draco's heart pump faster and faster, is that it's either them or him alone in every single on of them.
His eyes stay on one of them a little longer, the one where she must have been down wandering the grounds and spotted him up in the Astronomy tower. It's from the beginning of the year, he realises, before they'd even grown close, she already had her eyes set on him. The decision between smiling in delight and smirking smugly at the fact is an impossible one to make.
"What are you doing?"
The drowsy, dulcet tones from the brunette bring him from his trance, discreetly hiding the polaroids back underneath the pillow, focusing his attention on her. Their faces are extremely close, the buttons of their noses squished together. Neither didn't mind. Draco watches as she blinks the sleep from her eyes and murmurs,
