Lizzie's POV:

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Do they pay him to stalk me?

Everywhere I go he's there.

It's been like this for the past month.

I go to the roof for a smoke, he's already there smoking. I go to the kitchen for a snack, he's already there having a house elf make him food. I go to the forest, he's already there sitting in a tree.

What grown adult sits in a tree all day?!

Even when I go to my room I find something on my bed. A bloodied dagger, a wilted rose, Nagini's snake skin, and his favourite thing: gold.

Why is he acting like a crow?!

Maybe it's the size of his brain...

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So now I'm walking through the corridors of the manor at 3:26 am in my silk pyjamas, to get some alone time.

Oops, I lied.

I can hear snake scales slithering on the wooden floor.

Nagini.

So Riddle is out too? Great.

I let Salazar drop from my wrist to the ground, and turn the corner. When I hear snake hisses I know he found our stalkers.

I take my dagger out of the holster on my thigh and turn the corner. Riddle is stood grinning like a maniac at me, while our snakes tangle and fight on the ground at his feet.

I push him against the wall, accidentally knocking a painting of some unimportant ancestor. While the old bearded man cusses me out I press my dagger to the brunette boy's neck.

"Why are you following me?" It's quite a simple question, so I thought he'd understand it. I guess not.

"You're the one who walked into me, not the other way around, doll." He answers. I swipe my dagger across his face, so it perfectly cuts through his smug look. Now it looks like he took his (dead) mother's lip stick and failed to put it on right.

"You know what I mean, Riddle. Wherever I went for the past month you're there. And the random gifts on my bed? Why the hell would I need snakeskin, when I have a snake?!"

He doesn't even care about the joker smile of blood on his face when he speaks again. The blood drips down his lips, into his mouth. "I'm just making sure my doll is safe. I can't have someone else taking you, can I?" He just looks down at me with pure amusement in his eyes. Oh how I hate this man. "And you wore the snakeskin as leg warmers or sleeves under you shirt multiple times. So I think you like it."

Well.... maybe I did wear it. But I wasn't gonna waste 3 metres of snakeskin just out of pettiness.

"I'm not yours, Riddle. And I don't appreciate being stalked by a misogynistic bitch." I slap him across the face. I wipe the blood off on the ornate wallpaper.

I put my dagger back in its sheath. I step on his foot and pick up Salazar -- he turns back into a gold bracelet on my wrist.

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Mattheo's POV:

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I grab her shirt before she can walk away. I let her get away with the cut across my mouth, but I'm not going to let her insult me.

Be the bigger person? No.
She's just a girl. She's still a threat.
Follow the rules. Yeah, no.

I pick her up by her shirt and slam her into the wall where she just had me pinned.

"A misogynistic bitch? That's what you think of me? Oh I'm so hurt doll." I taunt her. I pull my own knife out of the holster below my ribs and press it to her collar bone.

"You father basically called women useless, docile baby machines last month and you did nothing but agree. Do I look docile Riddle? Do I!?" She yells in my face.

"Maybe you're not docile, half useless I guess, but you are a baby machine. I mean, that what this marriage is for, isn't it? So I can have a nice little heir."

She tries reach for the dagger on her thigh, but I grab her wrists and pin them above her head. She's now hanging by her wrists against the wall, with my knife still to her skin.

"I'd rather cut my uterus out with a blunt knife than give you a child, asshole." She spits in my face.

"We can arrange that, dolly." I move my knife from her collarbone to her lower stomach. "Shame to waste such a pretty body though." I press the knife down slightly, and grin up at her.

She glares at me and the anger in her eyes seems deadlier than the killing curse. She kicks me in the stomach and I get knocked back. She lands on her feet and pulls her wand out of her pile of hair- is it supposed to be a bun? It looks like a dead dog- on her head.

"Incarcerous!" She says the binding spell and invisible ropes bind me and I fall to the floor.

She walks over, and puts her foot on my chest. "Either you learn to respect women, and see them as more than your sex relief or you're never getting that heir, and I'll personally cut off your dick."

I stare up at her. Maybe women aren't as weak as I've been taught. But they are definitely creations of a goddess, and the one holding me down got an extra blessing from Aphrodite. Because how else could she still be so beautiful while having me tied up at her feet.

"Yes ma'am." My mouth turns up into a bloodied smirk and I wink at her. She kicks my ribs and takes her foot off my chest. The invisible binds fall away and I stand up.

I grab her neck and pull her against my body. I whisper in her ear. "You can lecture me all you want, but you're still my doll, Lestrange."

I use my knife to carve my initials into her collarbone, while she tries get me off her and stab me in a vital organ. I take the opportunity to cut the top button of her shirt to show a little more of her chest. Can't say no to seeing those tits again.

She shoves me away and stabs her dagger into my shoulder. She then storms off back to her room.

Her dagger is lodged in my shoulder, my ribs are bruises, my lips are bleeding, but I'm grinning. I marked her with my initials.

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Word count: 1087

If this chapter seems rushed, it is. I wrote 90% today. I hope it's good enough though.

I do find the 'encouragement' to update quite funny. Especially the azkaban comment. So here's your update.

We hit 206 votes (TYSM), but idk what special thing to give you. I might redesign the story cover. Would you guys want that?

I missed the last update bc I was in Poland, and busy with family stuff. Sorry guys.

As always, love you all ❤.

-M♥︎