❝ 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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"IT WAS YOU!" OPHELIA ACCUSED Colin Creevey, as he handed her fallen book and wand to her. "You used a spell to get Theodore Nott off me."
Colin shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said nonchalantly.
Ophelia frowned and stopped in her tracks. "Don't lie to me!" she snapped. "I know you did it."
"Fine," Colin replied. "It was me," he stated, walking ahead of her, in the direction of the Gryffindor common room.
"Wait," she called after him, falling into step with him as they walked together to the common room. "Why?" she asked. "Why did you help me?"
"Because you needed help," the boy replied, placing his hands in his pockets.
"But you don't understand!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration. "I was horrible to you! I said horrid things to you, and you still helped me. Why?" Her voice kept rising higher, and it had reached a point where it was almost hysterical.
"Because nobody else would have helped you," Colin said finally. "They would have watched you get hurt and done nothing about it."
"Yes, but you could have watched and let me get hurt as well," she pointed out. "If I were you, I'd have let me get hurt too."
"I don't like watching anyone get hurt," Colin told her. "Even if I hate them."
"D-do you hate me?" she asked tentatively, hesitant to know the answer.
Colin gave her a reassuring smile. "Not at all."
"But- how don't you hate me?" she asked, still madly confused.
He stopped walking, just as they almost reached the Gryffindor common room. "Listen, Malfoy," he told her tenderly. "I don't hate you. I think you're a nice girl, you just need to be given a chance. A chance to make friends."
"But you should hate me," she pointed out.
"I should," he agreed. "But then I'd be no different from anyone else."
Ophelia looked up into his brown eyes. He was smiling, and his eyes seemed to be comforting her without him having to say anything.
"Thank you for helping me," she said softly. "And thank you for giving me a chance."
Colin gasped. "I must be terribly lucky today," he teased. "You? Ophelia Malfoy? Thanking me? A common Gryffindor?"
At those words, she pushed him to the wall, scowling. "You do realize I'm a Gryffindor as well, right?" she retorted.
"Yes, but I'm a peasant Gryffindor, and you're the queen of Gryffindor," Colin teased. "Or rather, the Ice Princess?" He sent her a wink.
"Ice Princess?" Ophelia's jaw dropped as she blinked twice.
