✧ ᴏғ ғᴏᴏᴛsɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪsᴇʀɪᴇs ✧

- 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, tucking loose strands of her chocolatey waves behind her ear, surprising the Slytherin when she answers honestly,

"Not often, no. Would you like me to?"

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ ʀᴇғᴜsᴇs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʜɪs ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏssᴇs ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴏɴᴀɢʜ ᴏ'ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ.

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(This story may include mature content and emotional triggers that could cause distress towards the reader)