❝ 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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GOLDEN RAYS OF SUNLIGHT STREAMED in through the small gaps in the curtains, illuminating the whole room in a resplendent glow.
Ophelia and Theo had been up for most of the night, cherishing the time they had with each other; talking, kissing, cuddling...
At around one o' clock in the morning, the pair had been intertwined in the soft, white sheets, cuddling and whilst Theo kissed Ophelia's nose and cheeks, she giggled and tried to talk to him about Anthony and Cleopatra.
"I don't fucking care about Anthony and Cleopatra," Theodore growled, in a low tone, gently nibbling on her collarbone.
"Theo!" Ophelia whined, tugging her head away. "You can't even see my neck any more... it's covered in... in..."
"Love bites, Principessa. They're called love bites. Or hickeys, if you'd prefer," he replied bluntly, a hint of irony creeping into his tone.
Ophelia scowled, launching into a full explanation as to why he couldn't leave them on her neck, there was a risk of Draco and her parents seeing them, and Ophelia did not want to stir waters that were already rough.
"I'm hungry," Theo changed the subject, slipping out of bed and putting on his boxers and a pair of sweatpants. He was about to put on a t-shirt when Ophelia called his name and shook her head.
"I like the view," she remarked shyly, her cheeks flushed.
Theo internally swooned.
"I can ask Little to bring us something to eat..." Ophelia added, before shaking her head at the thought of her elf seeing her like this— wrapped in nothing but Theo's sheets. The thought only made the pink in her cheeks darken.
"Little!" she summoned her elf, trying to act nonchalant when her elf let out a squeak of embarrassment and nearly fainted.
Theo smirked, shaking with stifled laughter.
"What has Miss Ophelia done?" her elf wailed. "Oh, Mistress! This is very bad—"
Theo snickered, but quickly pressed his lips together when Ophelia sent him a warning glare.
"Shhh!" Ophelia hissed, shaking her head. "Keep your voice down," she breathed. "Little— you can't tell anyone! I forbid you. Please— I'll get into trouble..."
The elf nodded and bowed her head. "Little has seen nothing," the elf squeaked, pressing her hands over her mouth. "Little will keep Miss Ophelia's secret. Little swears!"
