blood like gasoline | 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭

𝟎𝟔𝟓 | Hoax

"To have that kind of money..."

"She literally has my dream wardrobe."

"Who's the lucky bastard?"

"Wish she were my date instead..."

Ophelia Malfoy was always easy to spot. For one thing, her shiny, platinum blonde hair could easily be seen from a mile away and the way she carried herself just demanded attention.

But as Theo entered the Great Hall, he could feel her presence reeling him in the moment he walked in. She hadn't even seen him yet, and he was already breathless.

When he set his eyes on her from where he stood, several feet away, he could already picture his grave.

Fuck. Oh God.

Merlin, kill me now.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She's wearing it.

The tiara. 

I'm a dead man. I knew she'd be the death of me.

I'm going to join you soon, Mum. Lia has finally killed me.

She wasn't even facing him. He could just see her back. But he knew that he was done for. She was the most ethereal thing he had ever seen in his present life, his future life, and all of his past lives here on this earth.

Was it too late to turn back around?

She turned around just at that moment, and their eyes locked onto each others even though they were on two opposite ends of the massive room.

Despite the fact that there were tens of students in the Great Hall, all going to Hogsmeade, Theo felt like they were the only two people in the room.

He seemed frozen in time. 

The other students crossed in between them, but Theo stood rooted to the spot. 

He did not break eye contact with her.

He did not move.

From where she stood, Theo thought she looked like a goddess. The golden sunlight streamed in through the false ceiling, a powerful ray hitting Ophelia like a spotlight. The diamonds she wore on her head sparkled like reflected crystals of sunlight in the ocean, and her blonde hair was left in slight curls that climbed down her back and fell into position.

A wine red dress glided mercifully down her figure, the bodice hugging her curves, before the skirt fanned out around her thighs and floated gracefully into place. The dress was sleeveless, the thin straps balancing perfectly on her shoulders, before meeting the slight v shaped neckline, displaying her slender neck and delicate collarbones.

But what shocked Theo most were her shoes.

They looked like they were made of glass. But they sparkled like—

Oh fuck.

Even my ghost has died now.

Diamonds. Fucking diamonds. Diamond shoes. 

How the hell is she walking in those?

He only snapped out of his daydream when he felt a whack on his head.