- 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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Warning: Mature content towards the end of the chapter — skipping this chapter doesn't affect the story line massively.
𝕺onagh and Draco are still snuggled up together when the doors to the Hospital Wing fly open.
The Hufflepuff's half asleep, lulled by Draco's hand gently stroking through her chocolate waves, forehead's just touching. He'd been whispering sweet nothings and nonsense to her for what seems like hours, heart thrumming every time she slowly blinks an eye open, pupil swelled larger than the last. He'd go on for the rest of the night until the crack of dawn, go on for years and years until the end of time. He would, if they hadn't been so abruptly interrupted.
Doubled over, panting to catch his breath, hands on his knees, Blaise Zabini, searching for the bed that occupies the couple long last revealed, warning lowly,
"You have ten — five — five seconds, before she gets her. And Merlin, she's mad"
Draco doesn't fight the groan that tears through his throat, least of all wanting a Pansy tantrum right now. Not when things have been all soft, private and snuggly with Oonagh. He didn't want that to be ruined just yet. But Pansy's relentless, they'd known that much already, in her opinion the only person that's supposed to be involved with Draco romantically is her, and anyone else is an automatic enemy in need of destroying.
True to his word, not five seconds later, the doors fly open again, this time nearly blasting off their hinges, clashing loudly against the walls. Oonagh's eyebrows furrow and eyelids flutter at the sudden noise, only to be shushed quietly by Draco, urging her to carry on resting.
A bitterness twists at his features, pulling himself away to be propped up against the metal headboard, bringing the blankets up higher on Oonagh's head to protect and block any view of her to the others.
Pansy's pissed, fuming mad. If it was possible, steam would be blowing out of her ears in result of the boiling anger raging inside of her,
"Tell me that this is some kind of a joke. That you're not bedding that filthy—"
"I'm going to stop you there before you say something you'll soon regret" Draco commands darkly, hand coming up to have her seal her lips.
He's still learning, still working on breaking the cycle of outrageous beliefs that have been forced upon him since he was an infant. Oonagh was proud of him for it, so he'll never stop. She may not be of pureblood, but she's a pure, golden hearted girl and that's a hell of a lot better than the likes of what blood runs through her veins. Rosaleen, a muggle, one of the loveliest people he's ever met, treating him as family just as much she does Oonagh. In fact, they've both just started referring to her as 'Grammy' even though she's insistent she's far off that age.
The foul slurs, insults and slander he use to frequently use, feel like acid on his tongue now. Burning and sour.
"So the rumours are true! You're with her behind my back!" Pansy shrieks, helping none at all to the pounding at Draco's head, grunting back resentfully,
