- 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 smiles sleepily, the roars of the waves outside rousing her from sleep.
It was quite the wake up call. The sight next to her was even better to wake up to. Draco Malfoy, snoring soundly on his side of the bed. He's obnoxiously handsome, even with his fair hair mussed and flopping over his forehead, an outcome of the many changes of snuggling positions throughout the night. Unable to help herself, Oonagh scoots closer, carefully brushing the silky strands out of his face. His eyelids flutter and the edge of his mouth twitches a touch, properly tugs upwards when the Hufflepuff leans in to press a kiss there, lightly.
Whilst he doesn't open his eyes, she can tell he's awake, that the cold, slender hand sinfully slipping underneath the elastic band of her knickers secure to her hip, isn't any kind of sleep driven move. Nor the slow strokes of his thumb, so delightful Oonagh shivers. Draco chuckles, a deep, husky thing that has her shivering all over again, mumbling,
"Like that, Sunshine?"
"Feels nice" Oonagh slurs out groggily, refusing to surrender to the shutting of her half-lidded eyes.
She wants to soak up the picture in front of her, from the angelic glow of his hair in the early morning light, to the devilish chisel of his jaw. Obnoxiously handsome. Devastatingly sexy. Oonagh really stands no chance. She never did. Especially when this boy, this man, always takes her honest word as bold encouragement to push her limits. Her eyes finally win the hard battle, falling closed as his thumb wanders down the crease between her tucked up thigh and abdomen. Towards somewhere that would feel a lot nicer to be stroked.
"Draco" She whispers, unsure if it's a deterrent or emboldenment to continue. Either way, he stops, retracting his skilful hand completely, leaving Oonagh mildly disappointed. Emboldenment. It was emboldenment. She's certain now it's gone.
She tries not to think too much of it, starting to shimmy back to her side, knowing it's probably time she gets up anyway. But then, not just the one, but both skilful hands of his are on her, and she's being pulled back, pulled flush against his body, his thigh slotting between hers.
"Where d'you think you're going?" Draco asks, voice rough from both sleep and something else.
Oonagh should probably feel embarrassed of how quickly heat rises to her cheeks, of how fast that made her heart beat, but she's not. Just excited. Over the moon when he cracks a knowing eye open, making his nose and the other one scrunch up. Her palm cups the side of his neck, fingers teasing the very ends of his hair as she whispers back,
"I don't know. Where am I going?"
Draco looks at her, both eyes open now because how could he not when there's this bright bundle of pure sunshine in front of him. It's not something easy to come into possession of, got to be treated the way it deserves. And she deserves to be treated exceptionally well, at the very least. He traces the fading pink pillow lines on her cheek, the freckle below her untidy brow, the lasting sparkle of her dream in her eyes, and replies simply,
