❝ 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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ON SEPTEMBER THE FIRST, OPHELIA left Malfoy Manor earlier than usual, with Theo, after saying goodbye to her parents. At first, Lucius seemed skeptical on how the two were alone without Draco, but Ophelia explained to him that she wanted to go and visit Aunt Selene's grave with Theo, and Lucius had agreed, right after giving the Nott heir a severe talking to that lasted no less than twenty minutes.
Once they were outside the Manor gates, Ophelia turned to face her boyfriend, her fingers clasped firmly around Princess Cleopatra's cage.
"What did he say? You guys were talking for... quite a while—" she looked rather embarrassed, her cheeks flushed the slightest bit of pink.
The dying summer sun rose over the green, dewy grass that stretched across the vast expanse of the Manor grounds, and Ophelia could see the white peacocks her father was fond of leisurely wandering around aimlessly.
Theo was utterly silent, his lips pressed together tightly. He was much quieter than normal. Ophelia knew it was because it had been because exactly nine years ago, on this very day, he had lost his mother. She also knew that whatever Lucius had told him in his study affected him greatly.
And then, it dawned on her. She paused, her fingers brushing against his bicep.
"He didn't threaten you, did he?" she asked, already knowing the answer to her question.
"He did," Theo finally allowed a soft chuckle to spill past his lips. "Told me not to lay a single finger on you, or else he'll Avada me into the next universe..."
Ophelia's jaw dropped, and her fingers reached up to cover her open mouth in disbelief, as if she simply couldn't imagine Lucius threatening Theo so harshly.
Once she recovered, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gently brushed her lips against his. "Well, you've already done much more than lay a single finger on me," she remarked, softly taking his lower lip between her teeth, smearing her strawberry lipgloss all over his lips. "Oh, if he knew—"
"Mmm," Theo murmured, his breath tasting faintly of cigarette smoke. "I was going mad in there," he confessed between kisses. "Only being able to do this behind closed doors..."
Being outdoors, all alone, without having to hide their love was refreshing, to say the least. So early in the morning, the air was cool and crisp, and it felt like the first partly-sunny day she had seen in ages. It felt like a goodbye to a bittersweet summer, and even though the weight of the world pressed in on her, she knew she would always have Theo beside her.
Ophelia giggled breathlessly, her tongue flickering out and gently teasing his, before she slammed her mouth forcefully against his, fingers dropping Cleo's cage to the ground (her spoiled cat mewled loudly) and pressing them at the nape of his neck, having the sudden urge to be closer to him.
