𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 - 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠 ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

Lizzie's POV:

✿‧⁺˚*･༓☾✿☽༓･*˚⁺‧✿

I wake up with 90kg weight on my chest.

Specifically under my tank top and pressed into my tits, on my chest.

He's even a pervert in his sleep. I manage to very difficulty push him to the side onto the empty half of my bed.

I find my wand on my bedside table and treat him with the cruciatus curse for good measure. My boobs are not pillows for any random man.

He wakes up screaming in pain. "I thought we were on better terms now!" He yelps in pain and sits up on my bed.

"Last I checked, it's just you that hates me less. I hate you all the same." I end the spell, putting my wand down. But maybe if I used crucio again it'd knock the delusion out of him.

I feel Mattheo's arms wrap around my waist to stop me from leaving the bed. My back hits the ornate headboard.

"I still hate you. I hate you more than anything." He mutters against my collarbone. A sting of pain comes from my collarbone when he bites me.

"What are you!? A dog!?" I try and push him off but he's heavy. Instead I resort to trying to pull him off by his hair, however that doesn't work either.

I guess he must be, since right after I said that he bit the scar in the shape of his initials on my collarbone. I feel a sharp sting from my skin being pierced.

I manage to push his head away, but I'm still trapped under his body. My nails dig into his shoulders as I try to push him off, but he doesn't make it easy for me.

His lips and teeth are covered in the same blood I can feel dripping down my chest. I can see a weird gleam of hunger in his eyes. His eyes have always been brown, so why is there a swirl of pink in them?

I manage to flip us over with a little of effort. I hold down his arms and legs.

"What's with your eyes?" My tone is harsh but the question is genuine.

"I don't know, what is with my eyes?" If I hadn't known him for years I wouldn't have noticed the truth under the thousands of tons of sarcasm.

His eyes are unfocused and slightly cross eyes. Was it a potion? Or maybe a spell.

Well I do know one way to get rid of curses on hot guys. I lean in and press my lips against his. I take his bottom lip between mine and gently bite it.

Other than the concerning amount of drool he produced, nothing happened afterwards. His eyes were still swirling with shades of chocolate and rose, and now instead of cross-eyed each eye was looking to the side.

Quite a funny sight but not what I wanted.

"Fuck, that didn't work." I mutter to myself.

And I guess the idiot can still hear while in his enchanted-eyed state, since he answered in a slurred voice. "You can try kiss me again, maybe whatever you're doing will work."

So I slapped him. If the frog prince technique doesn't work, a bitch slap might.

And in this scenario it did. His eyes went back to normal and I think his brain cell came back.

"Ow! Doll, I asked for a kiss, not a slap." A slight pout appears on his face. He looks like a hurt puppy. But a cute hurt puppy.

"Would you prefer stay in a vegetable state? How did you even end up with pink glittery eyes?"