𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 [𝐝.𝐦]

𝟎 || 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

The Great Hall buzzed with the excitement of a new school year as students flooded in, eager to reunite with friends and embark on new adventures. Among them was Ophelia Evernight, her heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and anticipation as she navigated the sea of familiar faces.

With her brown hair cascading in loose waves around her shoulders and her piercing emerals eyes alight with curiosity, Ophelia stood out amidst the crowd. She was a muggle-born witch who got placed in Slytherin. She truly didn't belong there and most people hated her.

Ophelia's gaze sweeped over the sea of faces until she found her two best friends: Aurelia Darkwood and Seraphina Nightingale. One had long, flowing brown hair and a mischievous glint in her eyes – Aurelia Darkwood. The other had a regal air about her, her golden locks framing a face that exuded confidence – Seraphina Nightingale.

"Hey, guys!" Ophelia greeted them with a smile as she sat next to Seraphina.

Aurelia grinned, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "Phee, you won't believe the gossip I've heard already."

Seraphina rolled her eyes playfully. "Ignore her, Phee. She lives for the drama."

Ophelia laughed, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging wash over her. Despite the challenges of the past, Hogwarts had become a second home to her, and she was grateful fot the friendships she had forged within its walls.

As they chatted about their summer's, Ophelia's gaze wandered to the other end of the slytherin table, where Draco Malfoy sat surrounded by his loyal followers: Lorenzo Berkshire, Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini. Draco's icy gaze met hers for a brief moment before he turned away, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

Ignoring the flicker of unease that stirred within her, Ophelia focused her attention back on her friends, determined not to let Malfoy ruin her mood.

The ceremony ended about two hours later and the girls were tired of hearing the same speeches every year. When they exited the great hall, Ophelia felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned around she found herself face to face with Draco Malfoy, his silver eyes gleaming with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. 

"Evernight," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I trust you've been enjoying your summer?"

Ophelia's jaw clenched as she forces herself to meet his gaze. "What do you want, Malfoy?" she spat, her voice laced with thinly veiled hostility.

Draco's smirk widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Oh, nothing much," he replied casually while leaning in closer to Ophelia. His breath hot against her ear. "Just thought I'd remind you of our little arrangement." he whispered in her ear.

Ophelia's heart pounded in her chest as she felt a surge of panic grip her. She had hoped that Draco would finally let it go. But no, he would never get tired of tormenting her.

With that he sauntered away, leaving Ophelia feeling more trapped than never. She knew she had to find a way to break free from Draco's hold, but she also knew that revealing her secret could have consequences far worse than anything she could imagine.

As she watched Draco disappear into the crowd, Ophelia vowed to find a way to reclaim her freedom, no matter what cost.

But little did she know, the shadows of her past were about to catch up with her in ways she never could have anticipated.