- 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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𝕿he Irish witch manages a smile when a warm cup of chocolatey goodness is passed into her hands.
Remus Lupin sinks down besides her, nose crinkling at the popping and cracking of his bones and joints as he does. They're in abandoned muggle house, the owners having fled the country for safety. It's a green place, not as green as Ireland but a fair bit of the countryside and some of the folk sound like Neville. West Yorkshire, that's where they are, Oonagh's never been before, it's quite nice.
She'd enjoy it more if the circumstances were different, if the night previous, Draco hadn't been abruptly summoned by the Head death inhaler himself during their rather romantic and intimate moment. Her heart aches, whimpers and whines at the thought, the remembrance of the snake writhing vigorously underneath his skin and the suffering it physically caused him. He'd hidden it, far too well, but she'd sensed it, the searing burning, the relentless itch, the heavy throbbing weighing him down. It was evil. Evil she'd spend the rest of her life chasing away for him to never feel that again.
"You're frowning" Remus observes, bringing his own hot chocolate up to his lips, sipping.
It's only them at the moment, no Weasley twins or Lee Jordan. It would be too risky to all appear at once, they'd get noticed and it would be game over. Oonagh had an inkling that Remus had been itching to get out of where he's staying, she understood to some extent, her mammy's hormones had been all over the place when she was pregnant, and she liked her space. Nymphadora Tonks probably did too. Being cooped up under one roof is a mission in itself. It wasn't like her current situation for them, they're well known and in the Order, they're being watched, Oonagh's not.
She hums, blue eyes trained on the swirl that's still going round and round from being stirred as she mumbles, "He was with me when he was summoned last night. It wasn't very nice"
Remus nods, steadying his mug on his knee. It's something that he's still trying to comprehend, get used to. The peppy and perky, always smiling Hufflepuff with a disfavour for books, reading and writing, and the obnoxious and haughty Slytherin with a flair for overdramatics and eye-rolling. That was third year Oonagh O'Connor and Draco Malfoy though, when he'd had them in his class at Hogwarts. They've grown, matured and bloomed since then, in more ways than one. Even though he hasn't been in Draco's presence recently, he can tell he has too, through the recent tales being told.
"It's hard seeing the person you love hurting" He replies sympathetically, blinking when Oonagh turns to him quickly and panicky, "Nymphadora is hurting?! You've got to go to a Hospital!"
Remus's eyebrows dart to his hairline, surprised and slightly worried at the sudden frantic behaviour of the young girl. It's sweet that she cares for someone that she's never even met, but this was something else entirely. Something deeper, something arising from trauma, undoubtedly. He shakes his head, shushing her quietly in reassurance,
