❝ 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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OPHELIA WOKE UP LATE THE next morning. Right after her interaction with the Dark Lord, she had felt very alone, and insecure, so instead of sleeping in her own room, she had changed into one of Theo's shirts and snuck into his bedroom, scooting somewhere close to him.
"Mmm, Lia?" he murmured sleepily.
Ophelia felt a jolt of desire flicker through her at the sound of his deep, yet raspy voice, which was practically dripping with sleep.
"Hi," she whispered softly, covering herself with some of his blanket, which she was pulling from him, since he had all of it.
"You smell good," he whispered into her hair, before letting his nose drag down her neck and into her collarbone. "How come you're here so late?"
"I couldn't sleep," she replied softly. "I didn't want to be alone tonight..."
Theo hummed softly against her shoulder, his voice vibrating against her skin, causing her to smile slightly. "Good. I'm glad you came here..."
And then, without warning, his arm swept around her waist and pulled her deeper into him, holding her tightly until the scent of his shampoo and aftershave filled her senses.
Only then, did she allow her eyes to close.
Usually, she woke up early to sneak into her own room so that she wouldn't get caught with Theo. Today, she was too tired to even bother asking Little to wake her up.
Somehow, when she woke up, she was in her own room, and she furrowed her brows, trying to recall how she had gotten there, and whether she had imagined falling asleep next to Theo or not.
Until she found the note on her bedside.
Moved you here because I figured your parents or Draco would probably come in and check on you... I hope you don't mind.
Love, Theo.
A smile crossed her lips, and the blonde shoved the note into her bedside drawer, filling a glass with water from her pitcher and bringing it to her lips.
By the time she was dressed, it was past midday, and it was far too late to be having breakfast, so she had lunch instead.
Narcissa sat opposite her, reading the Daily Prophet, and The Quibbler at the same time.
"That Lovegood bloke is getting rather bold with his statements," she remarked, handing The Quibbler for Ophelia to read the article which practically accused the Malfoys of being the Dark Lord's most favored Death Eaters.
"His daughter's in my year," Ophelia replied, her mind flickering back to the memory of Luna. "She's decent... Not against the Slytherins like the others are." She stabbed a tomato with her fork and put it into her mouth, followed by an olive slice.
