❝ 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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IF IT WEREN'T FOR OPHELIA'S constant insistence and nagging, she was sure Theo would have never agreed to visit the hospital wing.
It was almost midnight, well past curfew, so the castle was empty, for the most part. So was the hospital wing. It looked like Madam Pomfrey was asleep too, and that was an advantage for the two of them, because if Madam Pomfrey saw the heavily injured state of Theo with clear signs of having been involved in a fight, she would no doubt alert Professors McGonagall and Slughorn who would have Theo serve detention for at least a week.
Theo had wanted to go back to the Slytherin common room with Ophelia, but the blonde had refused to go anywhere with him unless it was the hospital wing.
At the moment, he was begrudgingly seated on the edge of a hospital bed, with the Malfoy Heiress standing before him, gently wiping the blood off his face with cotton and warm water.
"If I had known you would be the one tending to my wounds, I'd have come sooner," Theo murmured, just as she brushed the cotton over a particularly nasty cut on his lip.
Ophelia did not say anything. She merely rolled her eyes at the obviously cheesy pick-up line and continued to wipe the rest of his face, and his fingers.
"Or maybe I should get hurt more often just so you'd be my nurse," he joked, one of his hands moving to gently tickle her waist.
"It's not funny, Theo," the blonde sighed, pursing her lips. Though there was no mistaking the hint of the smile that threatened to break through.
He was funny, and she would have laughed, but she was too vexed in seeing him like this.
"So, you love me," Theo remarked softly, a wide grin on his face despite the pain that shot through his lip when he smiled.
At this, Ophelia froze. She knew she loved him, and she had even confessed her feelings for him, but it was still strange hearing this out loud.
"I do," she whispered, the smile on her face growing wider by just a fraction. "Can I tell you a secret?" she added.
"Of course," Theo replied, scowling as Ophelia had taken out her wand and used a horribly painful spell to fix the broken bones in his hands and nose. "Fuck, gently! That hurts," he hissed.
Ophelia pulled away, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him. "Would you prefer Skele-Gro?" she asked sassily, the expression on her face indicating that she would take no nonsense.
