- 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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𝕴t was getting dark when Oonagh returned back to the cottage, hands full.
Not yet the time when the sky's a velvety black and mapped with shining stars, accompanying the moon, but the in between stage after the sunset. An indigo blue all around that makes the white sea foam brighter.
Mrs Weasley had been adamant that if she wasn't to stay with them for the time being, she would atleast stay for dinner and return home with some home-cooked mum-made-with-love dishes that she already prepared. Oonagh had felt a little out of her depth at first, the Weasley's are a big, noisy family, quite the contrast to her in the cottage. After a while of sticking to Profess— Remus' side, she'd soon learned it's not all that different than down at Brian's.
For Oonagh, all of the people down the pub are her people. It's a bit like that at the Weasley's, with the Order of the Phoenix dropping in and out.
She spies ahead as she nears the cottage, sighing softly at the sound of the thrashing waves below. Something that she'll never get used to. She expects to easily make out the little door, painted a light blue that's difficult to miss at any one time. She frowns when she doesn't, grip tightening on the bags.
Black.
A perpetual and eternal black blocking the light blue of her door.
She comes to a sharp halt, thumping heart lodging into her throat. Spellbound. There's only one person in the universe that could put her in such a spellbind. He was leaning against the door, arms tightly folded over his chest crossly, silver eyes like chips of ice, sharp and dangerous and cold in the evening, and that's when Oonagh realised.
He knows.
It takes all of her control within not to abandon the bags, run and jump into his arms after so long apart. Though she doubts he'd catch her. Even from the distance they're apart she can tell. He's absolutely furious. With her.
Draco's eyes follow her every move like a hawk as she slowly approaches, an intimidating move that makes her insides squirm. She swallows when he moves away enough so that she can fit her key into the door, opening it to a blank darkness. She'd left in such a hurry earlier that she'd forgotten to switch on a lamp or charm a candle to safely keep aflame for when she returns.
She should've known it wouldn't stay silent for long, but for some reason when he chose to finally break it, she nearly jumped out of her skin,
"Oh, so you are reckless and stupid then" He scoffs, a sigh emitting from the brunette, dropping her keys and bags on the island counter of the kitchen, then turning around to face him slowly.
His arm's extended, finger pointing towards the door they'd both just passed through, confusing Oonagh greatly. He exhales a harsh puff of air, drops his arm rather dramatically that must've pulled at the joint of his shoulder, not that he gave that away in his face. He was sourly pissed, that's all he gave away.
