- 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 Oonagh wakes, it's to doting kisses being trailed down the middle track of her spine.
With each one, her tired smile grows, memories of the night before flooding back, overflowing her chest with a happy warmth. Their night didn't end at the Astronomy Tower, afterwards, they were up for hours, talking, giggling and exchanging kisses all snuggled up in yellow blankets. Oonagh wouldn't be surprised if the sun was coming up by the time they had finally dozed off, the most content they'd been for weeks.
She wriggles, rolling over to face the boy in her bed instead, still drifting in and out of it. Draco releases a warm puff of air, heart betraying him and swelling at the soft, sleepy, snuggly sight of the Hufflepuff. It's not the first time they've woken up next to each other, but this time different. They had gone to bed together, they were underneath the blankets, they'd been intimate. They're the closest they've ever been.
He reaches up lazily, massaging the fading crease lines between her brows, a product of her frowny sleep. His thumb drags downwards, following the slope of her nose, then jumping to her pout, rolling down her lower lip. Soft, pink and puffy. Even though it's been hours since they last shared a kiss, the remains of the lingering tingles kept it swollen for his morning view. Draco's rather glad, the more he sees it, the more his happiness broadens.
Something groggy and nonsensical sounds from her, unable to speak properly without having control of her lower lip. Draco chuckles, sounding impossibly attractive thanks to the deep raspiness as he mumbles,
"What was that? Are you calling the cat to come and eat me?"
Oonagh bats his hand away in reply, but in reality, her cheeks were achey and full of colour and warmth. Draco's shoulders shake with amusement, head dipping to kiss along her collar bones as he had been doing her back when she stirred. Irresistibly, her hands find his hair, taking the low, humming noises of approval from Draco as encouragement to rake her hands through slowly, taking her time,
"I think snuggling you is my favourite"
Her quiet confession thrums through his body, leaving giddy flutters all over. He hadn't thought it could get much better after last night, now and here, waking up next to her, with her, he realises the morning after is just as good. The butterflies up and alive in his stomach agree largely too.
Impishly, he laps over the bruising love bite decorating her throat with his tongue, determined to make it a few shades darker, and to last a few more days than normal. Only does he respond when Oonagh tugs at the ends of his hair, tilting his head backwards,
"As it should be"
Oonagh stares, stares intently into his silver eyes soft from sleep, and follows them down when they lower to her lips. She distinctly remembers the way his tasted the night before, a taste of an apocalypse, dangerous and dark. If it wasn't for the infuriating presence of morning breath, she wouldn't have dodged his addictive kiss.
