❝ 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 COULD NOT DENY THAT after her visit to Hogsmeade, she felt closer to Theodore, and was not too nervous about attending Slughorn's Christmas party with him any more.
It was probably a good thing, she thought later on, that she was not going with Colin, as it would do her some good to try and keep some distance between them to completely rid her feelings for him. And although Theodore was not the best candidate, he was still someone she knew, and felt comfortable enough with, rather than asking someone she barely knew to be her date.
When the date of the party finally arrived, Ophelia bore no nervous attitude or any sort of anxiety about what the evening would hold.
And when she finally put on her dress, she twirled in front of the mirror a few times and decided that it was perfect.
The dinner party was formal, so she had bought her dress according to the specific dress code that had been set. Of course, when she was buying her dress, she had to think carefully about what would be allowed in school and what would be an appropriate outfit to wear in front of some of the professors and some of the ministry officials Slughorn was inviting.
Ophelia was looking forward to this. Who knew, she might end up meeting someone who could help her change her future, someone who could help her get to the top.
Pairing her black dress with a pair of strappy, white heels that matched her pearls, the blonde pinned a few strands of her hair back with a white ribbon and let the rest of the blonde waves flow gracefully off her shoulders, before she slowly made her way to the dungeons.
Draco had been waiting for her on the stairs towards the dungeons. "I need your help," he said urgently, startling her just before she got to the dungeons, where Theodore had agreed to meet her.
"Draco, now?" she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with her forefinger and thumb. "I'm going to be late."
"It'll only take a minute," Draco told her again. "Please."
Draco never used the word please, so Ophelia knew it might be important. "Fine..." she sighed.
"I need to transfigure this," Draco told her, pulling out a bottle of rare, aged mead that her grandfather used to drink. "Into something small... Something that would fit into my pocket."
"What is that?" she asked, brows furrowed slightly. "Don't you know how to do it yourself?"
"It's the poisoned mead for Dumbledore... And no, I've tried with regular bottles. Doesn't work for me..."
"Right," Ophelia took out her wand and muttered a charm to transfigure the bottle of mead into something smaller.
