❝ 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...
{ trigger warning: mentions of alcohol and violence. strong language. }
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WHEN LUCIUS MALFOY SAW OPHELIA for the first time in several months, the first thing he'd noticed was that she looked different. For a split second, he'd thought she was Narcissa.
Older.
Much, much older.
She had grown several inches taller, and her head was now reaching his shoulder. What had struck him the most was how her facial features and figure had become more womanly.
He suddenly missed her childhood days full of glory, sunshine, and other less important things like how one of her stuffed bears was sick.
Rather than the fact that the Dark Lord was back, and she was best friends with a mudblood... If Lord Voldemort knew... he thought bitterly, with a grimace, shaking his head. Well, at least she wasn't dating him.
He was screwed if his daughter fell in love with a mudblood.
"Daddy!" the blonde exclaimed, haphazardly dropping whatever she was carrying to the floor and making her way straight towards him, jumping all over him and wrapping her arms around his waist.
To which Lucius cleared his throat and gently patted her back. "Welcome home, Ophelia," he said stoically. "Your mother awaits you in the kitchen."
Pulling away from her for a moment, Lucius set his sight on Draco. "Draco, I must have a word with you," he ordered.
Draco was usually so arrogant and poised when he was at school, and for once, seeing him so tense and quiet at home was both surprising and satisfying at the same time.
Ophelia pouted as her father's attention was off her, and a small crinkle formed between her brows.
"Oh, and Ophelia," Lucius called her. "Try getting into the habit of calling me Father. At least, in public."
Her lips parted, and she nodded. "Y-yes Father," she nodded, before heading upstairs to her room, and collapsing on her bed.
She'd missed this place, she realized, once she'd entered her room, staring up at her surroundings, which felt so familiar, yet so different, at the same time.
Little.
Her house elf was called Little.
It was tradition that every Malfoy was assigned a House Elf at birth; a companion for the rest of their lives; a servant.
The elf was to help bring the child up; to stay awake while the mother slept all night, and tend to all the baby's needs and wants.
