❝ 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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WITH ASSURANCE FROM HER FATHER that he was alright with her hanging around a mudblood, Ophelia no longer felt any sort of stress or tension. Sure she wasn't going to walk up to Creevey's door, beg for forgiveness and then demand him to befriend her, but it was a start.
The explanation for this was that Lucius couldn't bear to see her hurt and unhappy. When he heard that a couple of pureblood Slytherins, who were supposed to be noble and courteous manhandle his daughter, and a mudblood Gryffindor came to her rescue, despite him being insulted by her, he let his logical reasoning cave through and admitted that it would be okay. Just one mudblood.
Provided his daughter didn't fall in love with him. No, he didn't want that to happen. As a matter of fact, he didn't want his daughter to love anyone. He wanted her to remain protected and his forever. His little girl.
Lucius Malfoy spent the night at Hogwarts, before flooing back home to the Manor, but not before giving Ophelia a kiss and extra allowance to spoil herself on her first ever Hogsmeade trip.
The blonde was feeling much better after talking it out with her father, but a constant nagging in the back of her mind told her that all of this was far from over; it was just beginning, and she'd have worse days.
She hadn't seen Colin Creevey at all. Frankly, neither did she want to. She was still debating on whether or not to befriend him, and not because he was a mudblood, but because she was afraid to let anyone in.
She was discharged in a day, just in time for the Halloween feast. This year, since Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were accompanying the Hogwarts Students, the feast was rather sort of a special occasion, additionally because the Triwizard champions would be announced today.
Ophelia had spent the past two days in the hospital wing, and even though she had woken up the previous day, Lucius had insisted she stay another day just to make sure she was nursed back to health properly, and now, she was finally glad to be out of there, free of the stench of healing potions and herbs.
Heading up to the Gryffindor dormitory, which was empty, seeing as all of her classmates were in class, she was ultimately thankful for the fact that she no longer had to wear the cheap hospital gown.
Changing into her uniform, a knee-length grey skirt (she liked hers exactly three inches above her knees, no more, no less), a white button-up blouse, which she made sure hers was silk instead of cheap cotton, a scarlet and gold tie, and long grey socks that stopped an inch below her knees.
She wore her black robes over her uniform, and made a small addition to her shoes. Instead of having plain, boring black shoes, hers were custom made of pure manticore leather and had a slight heel to them, causing them to be stylish, and enviable. Manticore leather had the specific magical ability to change size and shape as the wearer's feet changed too, and Ophelia remembered the fortune they had cost.
