Ophelia Black ~ Harry Potter fanfic

Malfoy

Once Ophelia saw the enormous green tent at the highest point of the camping grounds, she knew it had to belong to Draco's family. They always had to be the flashiest around. Ophelia rolled her eyes as she walked up to the tent, which actually had doors. What kind of tent has doors?

She reached forward to knock. A couple of seconds passed, and nothing. She went to knock again, but the door opened before her fist could make contact.

"What is it you wa—" an annoyed Draco questioned as he opened the door, only to interrupt himself when he saw the girl standing in front of him. "Ophelia?"

"Hi..." she smiled awkwardly as Draco kept staring at her.

"You look—" he tried to gather his words.

"Different? Yeah, that tends to happen when you grow up." Ophelia chuckled, trying to ignore the fact that Draco was still staring. "You look different too. You're taller." She kept talking to ease the awkwardness. "Your hair is longer..."

"Draco, honey, what are you doing? Close the—" Narcissa Malfoy appeared from behind Draco, a surprised yet delighted look on her face. "Oh my, Ophelia, how lovely to see you. Draco, move aside and let your friend in. It must be terribly cold outside." Narcissa moved him back by his shoulder to let her pass.

"Thank you," Ophelia said gratefully as she walked inside. Not to shame her family in any way, but this was the prime example of what magic could really do. As soon as she walked in, she was enveloped inside a huge, luxurious mansion. If she thought the tent looked big from the outside, the inside was incomparable.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," Narcissa said kindly as she turned to walk further into her mansion.

Ophelia stood awkwardly in front of Draco, waiting for him to say or do anything besides stare. "Soo..." Ophelia leaned back and forth on her heels. Thankfully, the awkwardness was soon interrupted by the loud yells of a manic person.

"Fifi! My Merlins!" Ophelia turned around at the sound of Theodore Nott's voice. A huge smile formed as she saw her best friend.

"Theo! I didn't know you'd be here!" she said, running towards Theo's open arms. He hugged her tightly, smiling.

"Yeah, I know. Quidditch isn't really my thing, but this cute Ravenclaw boy asked me out today, so—" Ophelia laughed at his comment.

"He better be cute, and you better tell me all about him and this date."

"A gentleman never kisses and tells."

"I'm sorry, are you implying that you're a gentleman?" Ophelia laughed at how unbelievable the comment was. Theo mocked fake hurt as he pushed her away. "Rude." Now that he had some distance to properly see her, he let out a low whistle as he examined her.

"Ophelia, you are the perfect example of why I still give girls a shot. You look wow." Theo said dramatically, making Ophelia blush at all the compliments. "Now I understand why Draco's gone into a catatonic state." Theo's mockery seemed to pull Draco out of his thoughts.

"Shut up, Theodore," Draco huffed, annoyed, walking past them and motioning for them to follow. He led them further into the mansion to a dark room decorated in Slytherin colors.

"Fifi, where are your seats for the game tonight?" Theodore asked as he plopped down onto Draco's bed.

"Don't know yet. I reckon it's high up, though," she said as she walked towards the bed to plop herself on top of Theo.

"You could always come and sit with me if you'd like. We're sitting in the minister's box; we've got an extra seat since Mum decided not to go." Draco invited as he sat down next to them.

"I don't know... I wouldn't want to impose—"

"Nonsense, Ophelia." All three teenagers looked at Draco's open doorway. Lucius Malfoy stood tall under the door's archway. "It would be an honor to have a Black sit with us. Your family was one of the noblest houses if it weren't for your father dragging their name through the mud."

Ophelia bit her tongue at the insult to her father. She wanted to defend him, but she couldn't risk people thinking she was in contact with him. She had to act unbothered until her father was proven innocent.

"You knew my family?" She decided to redirect.

"I knew your grandparents. They were wise people, with good morals and judgment. No one really knows where they went wrong with their son. People like to gossip and say that it was your mother's fault. That she used her Veela charms to twist his mind."

"What about you, sir, what do you think?" Ophelia asked with a forced smile as she felt her temper rise.

"I think back then people hated Veelas just as much as they did Muggle-borns. A lot of prejudice against them. They thought they were perverted, disgusting creatures—"

"Father—" Draco tried to stop what was clearly his father's thoughts on Veelas.

"Hush, Draco," Lucius said in an eerily calm yet stern voice. "Ophelia is a smart, tough girl. She must know what the wizarding world thinks of her. After all, she is part Veela and the daughter of a savage killer. You must hear the whispers in the street, no?"

"I do. But I ignore them. No need to dwell on the words of lesser wizards who feel threatened by a 14-year-old girl. Their opinions are those of cowards."

That seemed to tick Lucius off, but he hid it well. "I like your fire... I can see now why you're a Slytherin. Yes, you are much like your grandmother, Walburga Black, a proficient witch. I expect great things from you, Miss Black."

"Thank you, sir. But many tell me I'm more like my mother, and I take great pride in knowing that. She was, after all, an extraordinary witch. As for your kind offer to sit with you during the game, I'm afraid I must decline. I'd much rather sit with my family, wherever that may be."

"A pity. You probably won't even be able to see the game from where the Weasleys will be," Lucius began, but Ophelia interrupted him.

"I'm going to go. Lovely to see you both," she said, turning to Draco and Theo with a kiss on each cheek. "I'll see you both at King's Cross, yeah?"

They nodded. "Ophelia, let me walk you to your tent—"

"Oh, Draco, you don't have to—"

"The girl is more than capable of making her way on her own, Draco," his father cut Ophelia off.

"Yes, well, goodbye. Good evening, Mr. Malfoy." She said properly, not letting him see he got to her.