- 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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𝕿here was a surprise in store for Oonagh when she wandered into her DADA lesson.
A surprise of light brown curls and glasz eyes taking up her seat besides Draco's. Not only that, Blaise was there too, perched on the front of the desk, skilfully shuffling a stack of cards, adding to the discussion from time to time. Fortunately, there was no Crabbe and Goyle or Pansy in sight, which eased her nerves considerably.
She didn't necessarily want to disturb them, especially since Snape was nowhere to be seen yet and everyone else was either just arriving or in clustered groups of their friends chatting. She was just about to back out of the classroom to wait in the corridors for another few minutes, when, as if he had sensed her, Draco's chin dips over his shoulder, locking eyes with her.
He stares for a second, grey eyes softening up and the corner of his mouth secretly upturning, then swiftly turning to Theo, ordering,
"Up"
Theo ignores his command, too busy picking a card from Blaise's downturned spread set. Draco snatches the card from his grip, aware of Oonagh steadily approaching, repeating coldly,
"Get up, bastard"
"Left your manners in bed today did you, Malfoy?" Theo sighs, snatching the eight of spades back, gesturing for Blaise to continue his magic trick. If they weren't in a magical school existing in a magical world, it would probably be more impressive.
Draco releases a deep breath, looking up at Oonagh through his eyebrows as she arrived at their desk, glancing between the trio in a repetitive manner. A warm hearted smile graces across her lips as she spies Draco lazily flourishing his wand underneath the table, sending her chair backwards from right underneath Theo — Theo falling quickly down to the floor, groaning at the sudden pain in his backside,
"What the fuck Malfoy?"
He instantly reaches for the hand extended to him, too distracted by aching to realise it wasn't who he thought it was. Dainty, soft and warm, not large, cool and adorned with silver rings. Oonagh sways on her feet as realisation flashes across his face, eyebrows knitting closer together each time he glances at a new distinguishable feature. Blue eyes, chocolate hair, an awfully knotted yellow and black tie. Much shorter too.
"You are not Malfoy" He mutters dumbly, eyes slightly narrowing down on her. Oonagh blinks, confused in this instance whether she's supposed to nod or shake her head. Because he's right, she's not, but it sounded more of a statement, not that of a question.
Blaise sniggers, riffling the set of cards again, piping up slyly, "No, she's the Hufflepuff you lost the duel to"
"Will you shut up about that?" Theo snaps, moving around to the front of the desk after a forceful push from Draco behind, allowing Oonagh to take her seat.
