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“Damn. I knew you were feisty. You got that look, you know? And the body too. I’d pay to get my hands on your—“ He didn't get to finish. Mattheo was already there. One second he was across the crowd; the next, he had Leaninster slammed against the wall, his forearm pressed hard against the boy's throat. The laughter around you died. Draco stopped mid-sentence. Blaise's grin vanished. Mattheo's face had changed completely. No smug smile. No teasing. No trace of the boy who'd been looking at you like you hung the moon only moments ago. Just fury. His eyes were fixed on Leaninster, red-hot and frighteningly steady. “If I were you I’d choose my words very carefully before talking about my girlfriend again.”