❝ 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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SLEEP DID NOT COME EASY to Ophelia that night. Now that she was finally in bed after an evening full of shouting matches and angry confessions that affected her heart greatly, she could finally allow herself to ponder on the day's events, despite the heaviness that hung on her eyelids.
She tossed and turned, facing right, then facing left, but found it impossible to get sleep, for her mind was occupied by nothing but the revelations of the day. It was impossible to stop picturing the different scenarios of her yelling at Draco, hitting him, trying to get him back for taking something that meant everything to her childhood self.
For the past five years of her life, she had been living a lie, telling herself that Theo had changed and become just like his father.
She was never so glad to be wrong.
And she closed her eyes and went back every moment Theo had hurt her, and made her cry, only to realize that the inexplicable emotion in his eyes had been pain.
Now is when she realized that when Theo was intentionally hurting her, it pained him just as much as it pained her.
With the intention of confronting Draco first thing in the morning, Ophelia found it easier to sleep.
True to her word, Ophelia woke up early the next morning, and the first thing she did after getting dressed was march straight up, all the way down into the dungeons, into the Slytherin common room, and up the stairs to her brother's dormitory.
She didn't even bother to knock. She flicked her wrist to turn the doorknob, pushed the heavy door open and barged in, exuding an air of arrogance and power as she stood there, in all her glory.
Shouts of protest came in her direction, and Ophelia saw a flash of shirtless boys, before she placed her hands over her eyes.
"Ever heard of knocking?" Draco's voice, etched with fully fledged sarcasm was heard, and Ophelia withheld herself from straight up clobbering him.
"Everyone out. I need to talk to Draco," she ground out, her teeth clenched to the point where her jaw was in pain.
The silent sound of rustling filled the air as everyone hastened to put on their clothes, and whilst her eyes were still closed, Ophelia felt a presence behind her, and a gentle kiss pressed to her forehead, one that inwardly melted all the aggression and hatred she bore towards her brother for a moment.
"Buongiorno, Principessa," Theo murmured, his sleepy voice raising the hairs on the back of Ophelia's spine. "You can open your eyes, love. Everyone's decent."
