- 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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𝕿he Irish witch of Hogwarts barely showed up to class.
If she did on the off chance that she didn't want to feel that teacher's wrath that day, it was the ones where Draco was far away, or the ones he wasn't in at all. DADA, Astronomy and Charms were the ones she skipped, ones like Herbology and Muggle studies ticked off her attendance every time. It had taken the Hufflepuff girls the whole evening to even persuade her to go to the first Apparition lesson being held on the Saturday morning. If she hadn't already paid twelve bloody galleons for it, she wouldn't have cared.
But here she was, deciding to give it a go, standing with her dorm-mates in the Great Hall, bright and early. It was an odd sight, the absence of the lengthy, wooden tables for each house, a tiny pang of her heart reminding her that they were missing the day Dumbledore acknowledged the death of Cedric towards the end of their fourth year. Cold, empty and lacking the magic that seemed everlasting the first time she'd set foot through the great, oak doors.
The Apparition instructor from the Ministry was an strange looking bloke, if Oonagh hadn't noticed his eyes flickering between the growing sixth year crowd, she would've concluded that maybe he wasn't all that there. A colourless being, hair wispy and tailing off into all sorts of directions, build frail and meek, the type that it wouldn't take more than a single gust of air to blow him out of existence. She could practically hear Draco's ridiculing and taunting in her ears, if he was there, behind her, possibly blowing a puff of air himself to see if the Instructor would stagger backwards.
He was not. He was across the hall, in his own gang of Slytherins, and Oonagh forced her stare to the ground for a few long moments until the desire to search for his eyes, and lock herself up in them, had wilted away to nothing. The heads of houses quietened down, Oonagh receiving a nudge from Susan to listen up when the Instructor began to talk over the hushed whispers of her peers,
"Good Morning. My name is Wilkie Twycross and I shall be your Ministry-Apparition Instructor for the next twelve weeks. I hope to be able to prepare you for your Apparition test in time—"
Mcgonagall's gaze hardened, lips pursed and sending a very teacher-disapproving look in the opposite direction to Oonagh, barking out, "Malfoy, be quiet and pay attention!"
Everyone's heads turned, just in time to see Draco's cheeks tinge a dusty pink, all flushed and warm, despite appearing furious, backing away from Crabbe to end their whispered argument. Oonagh had failed miserably at returning her focus back on Twycross, it was a losing battle. As soon as her sights were set upon Draco, she was gone.
Her heart gave a pained twist and an excited flutter all at once, making it near to impossible to gage how she was feeling. Pissed, dismayed, disappointed and yet overjoyed to be able to soak in the sight of him. He rubbed a hand against the nape of his neck, as though the baby hairs were all standing up, telling that there's eyes on him, stealing a glance at Oonagh, connecting their gaze. The easiness and speediness of it gave her the impression he already knew exactly where she was in the hall, hoping that the pair of eyes glued to him were the absurdly blue ones of hers.
