- 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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𝕱or the first time in weeks, Oonagh finds herself trotting up the spiralled staircase leading to a certain tower.
The reason — not for Astronomy class, but for seeking out fair hair and silver eyes. Luna had kindly pointed out over the course of their days together that her happiness had decreased massively, as much as she plastered a smile on, and managed for it to reach her eyes, it didn't match the level of the one of the previous weeks.
Oonagh had only pondered on it briefly, deciding that if she were unhappy either way, she'd rather be with Draco and hear him out, rather than shut him off all together. The twinge of guilt in her chest had her tossing and turning in bed, remembering she was the one asking to be let in, and he was willing earlier if she gave him the opportunity.
So, she was trying her luck with the Astronomy Tower. Didn't think too hard as she climbed out of bed, simply allowed her feet to carry her through the dark with her heart leading. If he wasn't there, she'd wait until tomorrow, perhaps try the window ledge on the upper floor he likes.
At the top, she was struck by the loud noise of the pelting rain, thrashing down from the dark clouds forming the night sky. She swears quietly at the lack of stars visible to the naked eye because of the storm, unsure whether he'd willingly be there without the stars to gaze up to. This was somewhere though, his somewhere, so Oonagh trudges further in.
It's terribly tricky to make out anything in the distance near to the railing, and she nearly turns on her heels concluding it's nothingness. Then, out of the corner of her eye, the nothingness shifts slightly, morphing to an everything. Moon and stars. She was wrong, there's the moonlight and the twinkling stars, just not up in the sky.
Carefully, she approaches, sucking in a breath as the sheltered canopy above her heads stops and she's out in the open. In the pouring rain. He's soaked to the bone, she can tell as much already, wet locks pushed backwards, off his face. There's one stubborn strand pointing downwards, dripping down his forehead,
"I hope that you know my attempt for a Pepper-Up Potion will probably turn you all pink" She says jokingly, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
In return, she's met with silence. Draco blinks slowly ahead to the night, inside, chest in a whirlwind of emotions that's difficult to get a handle of. One of them, shooting straight to his heart, and making him turn, kneeling down in the puddles of water, lifting her legs one by one and gently pulling off those ugly boots before they're ruined.
Oonagh's stomach swoops, welcoming a rush of butterflies. He wasn't saving her Uggs because he liked them, he'd throw them off the edge for the animals of the night to have if he could. He was saving them because he knows she loves them. And that's good enough reason for him.
Once they're in a safe, dry place behind them, Draco grumbles, letting his exasperation take its turn, "Finally decided I'm worth your time?"
Oonagh chews at her lower lip, again hit with that same pang of guilt that drove her here in the first place, "I deserve that"
