- 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 Chapter.
𝕺onagh's barely through the door when she's spun around into a kiss.
"Draco.." She breathes, sighing softly at the feeling of his tongue fleeting over her lips finally.
The walk home from town had been a test, one that they nearly ripped up and tossed out of the window many times along the way, thoughts of dragging one another into an alley behind the houses weighing heavily on their minds. Fucked against the blue house of the renowned rainbow cluster. That would be quite the memory to remember when showing them to the grandchildren for the first time.
Oonagh was fairly surprised they made it home before the urge to rip each other's clothes off took over, but she had a feeling he was holding back for the ambience of it all. Astronomy Towers and Hospital Wings are good, their bed in a somewhere to call home would be that bit more special. Especially after being apart for so long and the dreaded fear of the unknown, what's to become of the future during and after the War. The wanting to be closer than ever is consuming.
Draco kicks off his own shoes, grumbling against her mouth when she goes to do the same. Oonagh pulls away, confused, blinking up at him — down at him. All the way down he goes, on one knee, tapping at the backs of her calves. Realisation catches up to her, and her heart nearly explodes at the sweet thoughtfulness of him. Slowly, she lifts a foot up one at a time, allowing him to gently slide off her prized ugg boots, then place them with the others neatly on the shoe rack. For someone that's not shy of expressing their revulsion towards the boots, he's very careful with them.
For a minute, he stays down on his knee before her, eyes locked. To reinforce that implication. The implication that the noble and pure Slytherin Prince, honourable Malfoy heir that bows for no one, gets down before no one — will gladly get down on his knees before, for her. Will annihilate every rule in his book of supremacy, for her. Because, Sanctimonia Vincet Semper. Oonagh's purity will always conquer.
Her smile is one that could break a million hearts, reaching out a hand to rake through the silky strands of his hair. Draco's head falls forwards, not so innocently as one may think, Oonagh learns, gasping at the kiss being pressed against her inner jean clad thigh. She barely has time to react or even breathe, because then, in the next second she's being slung over his shoulder and carried away,
"Since you enjoyed the view so very much earlier" Draco smirks, reminding himself to keep his fluttering eyes open to see the stairs when bell-chiming laughter floats in his ears,
"Best view in all of Kerry!"
Draco's eyebrow quirks, along with the corner of his mouth, a playfulness to his voice when he quizzes, "Better than the rainbow houses?"
He should be annoyed at her long hum of hesitance, that she's seriously contemplating that a silly street of tacky multicoloured houses wins over his fine arse. Yet he couldn't bring himself to be. All he felt was an adoration like no other, because it's the simplest, most basic things that others are quick to overlook that Oonagh finds most dear. Anyone at Hogwarts wouldn't look twice at those houses, she'd look forever.
