❝ 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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IT WAS A TREMENDOUSLY GOOD thing that Ophelia didn't run into Harry at all that evening, because if she did, she would have killed him without regret.
Gone was the calm, collected anger she bore. Now, her rage had turned animalistic, and with every minute that passed without her releasing her fury, it only grew and accumulated in her blackened soul with a promise of a darker unleashing.
Theo had made sure she was never alone until she fell asleep, giving the responsibility to Mariana to keep Ophelia grounded when she was in Gryffindor territory.
The phrase 'morning brings counsel' did not apply to Ophelia in this case. Whilst most people's anger simmer down by the time they wake up in the morning to a new day, Ophelia Malfoy did not fall into the category of most people.
It did appear that she was calm when she woke up, judging by the way she kept silent as she gracefully got ready for the day.
And she seemed perfectly at peace when she sat down at the Gryffindor table, in her usual spot next to Colin Creevey and had a plateful of strawberries and whipped cream.
She looked to be perfectly well all morning, until she saw him.
Harry Potter, Granger and the boy Weasel coming down to the Gryffindor table for breakfast.
All this time, she had been fine.
One glimpse of Harry was enough to bring back the raging inferno of fury and rage she felt.
And her anger was much, much worse than it was last night.
Ophelia was feral.
"YOU!" she growled, instantly spotting Harry, and standing up, uncaring of the plate of strawberries that slipped from the table and clattered to the floor as she did so. "YOU MURDERING ASSHOLE—"
Harry instantly stepped back and drew his wand, pointing it directly at Ophelia, who snatched it without second thought and tossed it aside as she launched herself all over him, her hands reaching for his throat.
Harry dodged, but that didn't stop the Malfoy heiress. She was ignorant of the stares she was receiving; all her attention was on killing Harry Potter.
Ophelia was fully prepared to throw herself on Harry again, but she suddenly found herself held back, unable to move her arms or feet.
Colin had stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her away from the scene, her arms outstretched in front of her as she tried to grab Harry.
