- 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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𝕺onagh glances to the door for what feels like the hundredth time that minute, an uneasiness stirring in her stomach.
"It's your turn, Mrs Malfoy"
She glances away, back to the table, back to the dealt hand of playing cards staring up at her impatiently. Her turn. Gin Rummy. She's playing Gin Rummy. Blinking, she grabs the first one her fingers grasp, quickly discarding it down on the table in order to return her main focus to the blue front door that's gone unopened for far too long. The thought eats her up inside, consumes her entirety so much that she doesn't notice the two sets of eyes on her, and barely hears the low voice piping up,
"Are you sure that's what you want to do?"
"Aye" Oonagh blurts without thinking, without checking over what she's played.
"One hundred percent? I'm only asking because the last couple of rounds you've whooped our arses and—"
"Shh! She said she's sure. Don't start trying to be a Saint, it's too late for you, and I want to win"
The hushed squabble on the game and her apparently stupid decision continues, sounding like laps of the sea in her ears. The sea. The colour of the door. The door that's gone unopened for far too long. Her right leg begins to bounce underneath the table and her heart starts to pound in loud and hard obnoxious beats against her ribs, making her barely able to hear her own voice when she pipes up,
"Do you think he's been gone too long?"
The table grows unusually quiet, both boys dropping the subject of the card game to look at her. Absurdly blue-blue doe eyes dart between them, searching for any signs, any clues, any hints of what they might be thinking. Because it's been hours. Hours since the arrival of their compromise, the only thing that gave Draco enough of a sense of security to leave Oonagh to and tell of their exciting news to his gorgeous mother.
And even at that, at having loyal and protective Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott for company, Draco didn't want to leave for long, promising as soon as the news was delivered, he'd be home. Home to her. He didn't like to linger, not there, he tells Oonagh after every visit, how his once pride and joy to be connected to such a grand place has turned into mortification and hatred. How, as soon as the papers claiming it's all his are signed, Malfoy Manor will be knocked down to the ground. And with it, all of the horrifying memories keeping him up at night.
Blaise offers the slightest of smiles, reassuring, "I'm sure he'll be along soon. He has to be careful slipping away"
Theo snorts into the glass of the nice alcoholic drink he lifts to his mouth, muttering, "Yeah, with that cuckoo always lurking around"
There's a harsh thump underneath the table, and then Theo's jerking forwards, practically choking on the burning whiskey sloshing against his throat. Through narrowed eyes, Blaise shoots him a pointed glare that drains the colour in Theo's face upon remembering who he's mentioned in who's presence. Oonagh worries her lip, nodding slowly to Theo's hurried additional words, offering a reassurance of his own,
