I'm sure I've said this already, but I am really surprised with all the reviews! I honestly didn't expect this many…then again, the GoT section on FanFiction is quite small, and we're all quite close together, us GoT writers…we pretty much all read and review each other's fics…anyway, here's the third chapter! Oh, and I'm really sorry about the chapter length…hopefully they'll get longer as we go along…and finally with my GoT/HP crossover completed, I should have more time on my hands to write this, cuz I have a great idea for it. The only problem is getting to that part…hmm…

Chapter 3

Neriah

I haven't told Matt exactly what happened…it's still too fresh to talk about, even though it happened just last week. All of us working together finally got the Citadel up and running again, so that if someone from the Order finds a way to continue what Lathenia started, we'll have a way to fight back.

Thankfully, Dillon hasn't even tried to come near me since that night, and I'm starting to get over it now. I'm up in Matt's room with him, and we're just hanging out. Well, sort of. I'm sitting on his lap while he sits on his bed, and he's wrapped his arms around me. I have my head leaning on his shoulder. We're just communicating through thoughts, so that way nobody can overhear us.

Are you ready to talk about what happened yet? he asks me.

Yeah, sure, I reply, telling him everything. Actually, I show him the images as I saw. Most of it is black, because I closed my eyes for parts, but there's enough there that Matt knows just what Dillon put me through.

Rough, he remarks when I'm finished showing him.

I know. I can't believe he'd stoop to that level, though.

Neither can I. He wasn't always like this… We go on for hours talking about this and that, before Matt asks me something. Neriah?

Yeah?

Would you want to do that again?

What do you mean?

I mean…do that thing…with me?

His question takes me by surprise. Matt, you know I'd do anything for you.

I'm not asking you to do this for me, but with me. Would you?

I think about it for a bit. Sure, the experience felt nice, but it wasn't being done by the man I'm in love with, so I didn't enjoy it very much. Sure, I say after a while.

By the time we've had enough, it's really late, so we just throw the covers on overtop our bodies and fall asleep.

Okay, I think I'm done with short chapters for now. I'll be skipping ahead a while in the next chapter, which I'll type right away, only because I'm too damn lazy to write every little detail that happens. Review! Honestly…7 reviews already? This is insane…now I know how pinkdigi felt while writing Just Going With It…