❝ 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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COLIN MUST HAVE FELT THE weight of Ophelia's stare, heavy with the shock of his betrayal. Her eyes, wide and brimming with the threat of tears, seemed to hold him accountable for the kiss he had shared with Mariana. Her complexion turned ghostly, a stark contrast to the flush of emotion that had surely drained to fuel her racing heart, struggling against the suffocating grip of disbelief. Eyes wide open and glassy, nearly about to cry. Pale skin, as if all the blood had rushed away from her face and to supply her beating heart with blood, since she couldn't breathe.
Colin, sensing the storm within her, approached—not as a shelter but as the tempest itself. Ophelia, rooted in sorrow, could only witness Mariana's victory smirk, a silent testament to her pain.
Ophelia's silence was her armor; she offered no questions, no demands for explanation. She knew too well that her reaction, under the scrutinizing eyes of their peers, would become the day's richest gossip.
If she displayed her true, hurt feelings, everyone would know about her feelings for Colin.
She seemed to gain awareness that the Gryffindors around her were gawking at the scene, desperate to soak up even the slightest bit of gossip to spread across the school.
Instead, her lip curled distastefully as her glossed eyes travelled up and down Colin's figure whilst she shook her head in disgust.
With a conscious effort, she donned a mask of contempt, her gaze sliding over Colin with a disdain that belied the turmoil within. "I do hope you and Cooper have fun together," she remarked sarcastically, her voice a cold, detached blade. "Enjoy your pathetic little mudblood children."
Her voice was precise, calculated and robotic.
Exactly what someone would expect a Malfoy to sound like, and say.
Because she was the Ice Princess; she had everything she could ever want, spoiled rotten with Daddy's money, but nothing could replace the one thing people said she never had.
A heart.
Mariana's gasp reverberated throughout the otherwise silent dungeon halls, which instantly buzzed with chatter as soon as Ophelia turned around and walked away quickly, no doubt, each speaking of what just happened and narrating exaggerated versions of the tale to anyone who would listen.
The Malfoy heiress did not let her tears fall until she was alone.
She needed someone. She needed to tell someone. She needed comfort.
Colin had hurt her in the worst possible way, and she could never, ever forgive him for that, let alone speak to him again.
