❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧... ❞
theodore nott x fem oc
*very slow burn*
this book is written for, and dedicated to all swifties out there.
rated mature for explicit violence, graphic de...
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OPHELIA HAD ALMOST FORGOTTEN THAT Draco was a prefect, until she saw him at the Slytherin table at the start-of-term feast. Her own brother, a prefect.
Of course, Lucius was proud to say, that at least, there was one good thing that Draco was good at. Narcissa was elated he became prefect. All summer, he had not forgotten to gloat about it at the table during mealtimes, or keep dropping hints that he now had the authority to boss Ophelia around.
To which, she replied, "Parkinson's a prefect too, I'm sure she'd be delighted to assist you in your prefect activities."
Draco had stalked off without another word, and hadn't mentioned it since.
Now, however, as Ophelia and Colin walked through the double doors of the Great Hall, Draco couldn't help but send a smug grin towards her, until his hands flitted down to their interlocked hands.
Colin and Ophelia were still holding hands.
Draco's expression darkened, his jaw clenched, and narrowed his eyes threateningly at Ophelia, who caught his eye, grinned widely, and sent him a flying kiss. Then, she made a heart with her fingers and strutted to the Gryffindor table, right in the center, where students parted to give her space.
She walked with her head high, reeking of authority and power.
Like a queen. And it felt good.
Much to Ophelia's annoyance, Weasley and Granger were also made prefects. It was rather amusing to watch Potter feeling jealous and left out. Although Potter seemed to be fine and told everyone he was thrilled, Ophelia couldn't help but notice that he cast resentful looks towards Ron and Hermione as they helped the first years find seats.
This year, the sorting hat sung a song that was warning them, that something darker was approaching, and also advised them to unite.
But Ophelia, although she knew there was something darker approaching, decided she would never unite with Potter, or any of those godawful Weasleys! Besides, it was just a hat anyway, what did it know?
The feast was the usual affair. Ophelia was reading Antony and Cleopatra underneath the table, as she delicately used her fork to place small pieces of steak into her mouth.
"Is that all you're eating?" Colin raised a brow, nudging her.
Ophelia looked up, before swallowing. "Pardon?"
"I've never seen you eat," Colin explained. "You never finish your food. You just have a few bites of it, then leave the rest."
"I'm eating now, and I always eat the amount I'm supposed to," Ophelia said slowly, observing him carefully.
