❝ 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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THEODORE NOTT LIKED PRETTY THINGS. Which was why at the mere age of four, when he saw Ophelia Malfoy for the first time, he liked her.
He liked her shiny blonde hair, and her pretty blue eyes, and he liked how she always walked around in her pink nightgown with her stuffed bunny in her arms.
He liked her adorable smile, and he liked the dimple that formed in her left cheek whenever she did so.
And he liked how she always followed him and Draco whenever they went to play in the gardens of Malfoy Manor until Lucius had to pick her up and take her back indoors because she wasn't wearing shoes.
He liked her since she was three years old, and he was four.
And sure, he loved going to Malfoy Manor to play with Draco. But there was also another reason why he loved going to Malfoy Manor.
To catch a glimpse of the young Malfoy heiress.
If he was lucky, she'd be allowed to play with Draco, and end up following the pair while Draco told her to go away.
But he'd always let her play with them.
He'd always persuade Draco to let her join.
And he watched her grow up.
He watched her grow into an innocent child with a delicate heart, who always brought a smile to the faces of those around her.
He watched her roll her eyes whenever Pansy Parkinson, and the Greengrass sisters came to visit Malfoy Manor, because she didn't like those girls.
And as she grew older, he only grew to like her more.
She was the most determined girl he had ever seen, the most stubborn, manipulative girl he had seen. She was able to configure the thoughts and feelings of all those around her to get what she wanted.
She could use those pretty eyes of hers to silently charm anyone into doing her bidding, whilst looking so innocent at the same time.
But she was also selfless, and generous. And kind. She was so very kind.
She was an angel.
And he thought of her; every time he was sad, or hurt.
When his father shouted at Selene Nott, his mother; he thought of her.
When his father would drink and drink and drink; he thought of her.
When his mother would hold him and cry; he thought of her.
When his father hit him; until he was screaming and begging begging him to stop; he thought of her.
