❝ 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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AS SHE WALKED AWAY FROM him, Ophelia couldn't stop playing the moment in her head. The scent of his empowering cologne still lingered around her senses, and Ophelia felt a slight loss from the feeling of where his arms were only minutes ago.
She wasn't prepared for it. His comfort. And the way he said her name... She couldn't control the fluttery emotions she felt when he said her name like that.
He didn't tease her. Or ridicule her. Or make fun of her. Or say something to make it worse. Instead, he held her tightly while she cried, and he made it.... better.
As she walked to her dormitory, she wrapped her arms tighter around herself, and couldn't help but feel all messed up and confused in her mind.
Why on earth was Theodore behaving like this? What had come over him suddenly? Why wasn't he hurting her like he normally did? His actions towards her were confusing the hell out of her.
She couldn't shake of the feeling of his arms wrapped around her while he stroked her hair.
STOP!
She kept shouting at her brain.
There was only one possible explanation for this. That wasn't Theodore Nott up there at the Astronomy tower.
That was the boy from her childhood. The boy who was her first friend. That was Theo.
But Theo was gone.
And tonight she had caught a glimpse of what was left of him.
And for a moment, her old, childish feelings towards him returned.
But not for long.
Just for a fleeting second.
Before they vanished.
And all through the rest of the week, Ophelia couldn't stop thinking about that little moment between her and Theo in the Astronomy tower, despite how much she wanted to forget it.
But then she remembered why she needed to be comforted and her mind went to Slughorn's dinner.
She didn't eat anything since that day.
Not even strawberries.
She was starving. But she only drank water. Every time she felt hungry, she satisfied her hunger with water.
And every night, after her bath in the prefects' bathroom, she'd weigh herself.
She had already lost half a pound.
Her lessons were going okay, at least. Where the rest of the students in her year were always complaining about the tons of homework and the upcoming OWL exams, Ophelia was managing perfectly fine.
