❝ 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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THE LAST DAYS OF MARCH traipsed by, dragged down by the melancholy and depression in Ophelia's mental wellbeing. April made its its arriving appearance known by escorting with it cold downpours of heavy rain and frigid winds.
Hogwarts was under tighter security and discipline than ever. Curfew timings dropped down to an hour after dinner, and Professor Umbridge's list of rules grew longer and longer. The Inquisitorial Squad and Filch were the only people basking in the glory of Umbridge's terrifying rule.
As April dawned, it brought with it the promise of a well-deserved Easter holiday for all the students at Hogwarts, which was very much looked forward to. And along with the upcoming Easter break, Ophelia's birthday inched closer too.
But Ophelia was not looking forward to the Easter break, or her birthday. Lucius Malfoy had finally written, after weeks and weeks, telling her to stay at Hogwarts for the break. There they went; her plans of escaping Hogwarts; down the drain.
She wanted to get away from Hogwarts to escape Umbridge; to escape Colin. But most of all, she wanted to escape Theodore Nott.
Indeed; ever since he'd kissed her, Ophelia had been miserable to the point where she was missing her classes. Now she just didn't care about anything anymore.
The first two days after her interaction with Theodore on the Astronomy tower, Ophelia lay curled up on the bed in the Room of Requirement, crying her eyes out and moping around, depressed.
But then she suddenly got angry.
How dare Theodore steal her first kiss like a thief, when she wasn't even ready for it?
How dare he reduce her to such a vulnerable state?
How dare he make her feel so powerless, and take advantage of her like that?
But most of all, how dare he hoodwink her into making her kiss him back when she absolutely despised him.
Ophelia was mostly mad at herself, for kissing him back.
But she was absolutely furious at herself, because in the deepest, darkest part of her heart, she would never, ever admit that she actually enjoyed the kiss.
Which made her mad at Theodore again, for kissing her without permission.
Of course, Ophelia was struggling to deal with her raging and everchanging emotions, and at this point, there were too many emotions to handle. She wanted it to stop.
And then she suddenly had a strong, stupid impulse to go and confront Theodore.
Wiping her eyes, Ophelia did not even care in the slightest that she was in her crimson nightgown, and neither did she even think about the fact that it was long past curfew time. All she knew was that she needed to go shout at Theodore.
