❝ 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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LITTLE HAD RESERVED THE MOST perfect carriage for Theo and Ophelia, all the way at the front of the train, so they could get off earlier than the rest of the students towards the back of the train, who were usually stuck in a long line before managing to leave.
They still had a whole half an hour before the train left at eleven, and at the moment, they were waiting for Draco, Pansy, Blaise and Astoria to accompany them in their carriage.
The blonde was seated next to the window, a tattered copy of Hamlet in her hands. Theo had bought her a box of sugar quills, and she had already torn open the box, a sugar quill melting away bon her tongue as her eyes scanned the pages.
It had barely been five minutes that her and Theo had been sitting alone in the carriage when Theo got bored, and started doing tiny things to annoy Ophelia, and catch her attention.
At the moment, he was toying with her hair, his long, ringed fingers tugging at a curl that had slipped loose from her ponytail. If it was anyone else, Ophelia would have told them to back off, but because it was Theo, she giggled softly when he started tickling her neck.
She didn't know when or how it happened, but Hamlet had been tossed aside at some point, and she had ended up on Theo's lap, his hands at her waist as they made out.
His tongue slid across her own, and he maneuvered her swiftly, her back pressing against the window as he chased her lips with his own. It was slow and passionate, like they had all the time in the world, compared to how they would steal kisses back at Malfoy Manor, in fear of being caught.
No, here, they could savor each other.
His hand slipped underneath her skirt, cold rings pressing against her thigh, eliciting a soft sigh from her lips, and a soft groan from Theo, whose mouth was pressing deliciously sinful kisses into her own.
"Theo," she breathed his name, like he was her salvation, like he was her reason to breathe, to live, to be.
"Lia," Theo repeated her own name back, his lips softly dipping down to nip at the soft skin at her jaw, before moving down to her neck. "Mia moglie, miaPrincipessa, my pretty girl..."
As his teeth left harsh bites against the paleness of her skin, his hands were all over her body. On her thighs, on her waist, and even in her hair, tugging on her blonde locks to give himself better access to her neck. "And if I were to take my last breath with you, I would happily climb into the coffin myself."
His words rendered her speechless, and she gasped, her stormy gray eyes staring into his dark blue ones before her hand drifted into his hair and she slammed his mouth back onto hers, kissing him like she was taking her last breath, like she needed him to breathe.
