Lyanna's POV
I hauled Mattheo up, his body heavy against mine as he winced and stumbled to his feet.
His face was a canvas of violence - beaten, bloody, and bruised.
A wave of gratitude washed over me.
God knows what would've happened if he didn't just happen to turn the corner.
McLaggen, drunk and deranged, snuck into the Dungeons just to find me.
Pathetic, really, considering how long it had been since I'd flung him across the classroom.
I wagered one of his mates had pushed him over the edge with a taunt.
"Are you alright?" Mattheo's eyes locked onto mine, concern etched in his gaze.
I mustered a small smile. "I'm not the one needing medical attention, so yeah, I'm fine."
With a fluid motion, he retrieved his wand and cast a memory charm on McLaggen.
When the brute woke, he'd remember nothing of the scuffle or my petrification spell.
Blood seeped from the cut above Mattheo's eye, trickling dangerously close to his socket.
"We should really get you cleaned up." I said, my voice tinged with anxiety.
Our intimate moment in the closet still lingered in my mind - unresolved.
He wiped his nose with the back of his hand, a smirk playing on his lips despite the pain. "We? You going to be my nurse, are you?"
I rolled my eyes, turning on my heel. "Come on, Riddle."
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When we reached my room, Mattheo lingered in the doorway, his hesitation palpable.
Eventually, he followed me into the bathroom, perching on the edge of the tub.
I felt his gaze tracking me as I rummaged through the cabinets, hunting for face cloths and essence of Dittany.
My hands trembled slightly as I dampened a cloth, incredibly aware of Mattheo Riddle being in my bathroom.
Turning to face him, our eyes locked.
My stomach fluttered treacherously.
"Ok..." I approached, willing my voice steady. "Now sit still, there's a lot of blood."
"Yes, ma'am." He replied, a smirk playing on his lips. He was clearly enjoying this, despite his injuries.
I began cleaning the cut above his eye.
He winced, startling back, before composing himself and leaning in again.
Silence stretched between us, broken only by the soft sound of cloth on skin.
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The Serpent & Hawke | Mattheo Riddle | Enemies to lovers
FantasyWe were now mere inches apart. I leaned down, my face level with hers, my eyes blazing with barely contained fury. "You don't want to make an enemy of me, Hawke." I growled. Lyanna swallowed hard, but her gaze remained defiant. "I'm not afraid of y...
