- 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 stares out of the nearest window, the blaze of the sun nearly blinding her.
Steadily, it had risen over Hogwarts, filling the castle with light and life. Mingled outpourings of jubilation, mourning, grief and celebration had been occurring for what felt like days. Days were nothing compared to the decades the war had been there, gliding against the surface. Whilst everyone was preoccupied, Oonagh and Draco slipped away somewhere for a quiet moment alone, the latter preferring to heal her deep wound himself.
Fortunately, one of the nearest classrooms was unlocked and unused, perfect conditions for the young couple. One of the desks had provided somewhat of a rest for Oonagh to lay down on, allowing Draco to fuss over her, from every angle, working his outstanding magic. When the stabbing pain, worth a high ten on the pain scale of one to ten became a sting of a three, the Hufflepuff pushed herself up, studying him.
He looks as exhausted as she feels, the circles under his eyes dark and prominent against his pale skin. The state of hair was something the younger version of himself would curl his lip at, all tousled and ruffled like he'd been relentlessly raking a hand through in a matter of despairing stress. And the forehead creases she'd spend a lifetime smoothing out were back and more defined than ever. Her hand lifts before she realises what she's doing, the pad of her thumb hovering over that sacred spot between his furrowed brows as she murmurs,
"Relax"
Almost immediately, Draco's shoulders slump and his back hunches, reaching closer to where she's perched on the edge. He watches the standard flutter of her inky eyelashes, the steady rise and fall of her chest in the next breath, the faint bob of her throat. Alive. She's alive, and he'd been so scared she wasn't.
He releases a shaky breath, voice a throaty whisper, "I thought you were gone. I couldn't find you"
Oonagh's hand slides down to his grimy cheek, to the baby hairs curling ever so slightly behind his ears, soft fingers weaving the fair strands that feel like holy silk. Pulls him closer, she pulls him closer until there's a hair's breadth separating them. Not endless floors of the huge castle or growing crowds of people. Not Voldemort and his league. There was nothing else to separate them, nothing to keep them apart, not anymore.
"I know" She whispers, withstanding the instinctive shutting of eyes when he leans his forehead down against hers. She wants to look at him, to shamelessly stare at him in the classroom that he'd once grunted irritably at her for doing all that time ago when they were just a Hufflepuff and a Slytherin.
Draco tucks a loose strand of her chocolatey waves behind her ear, his pale eyes earnest and imploring and that bit grouchy that makes him, him when he commands, pleads,
"Never do that to me again"
"Never tell me to mind my business again" Oonagh replies evenly, gaze flickering between his as he grumbles back instantly,
