Matheo Riddle Imagines

Potions class

Background: You and Matheo are enemies and go to the same school (duh! It's Hogwarts) and have potions together where you are desk partners (you sit in the back of the class)

"Can you pass me that?" You ask plainly while pointing to a vague area. "Pass what?" Matheo hisses back rudely. "That!" You say pointing to the same place letting the irritation of depending on Matheo for anything slip out in your tone.

Matheo proceeds to ignore you. What a dick! You think to yourself. You stare at him for a moment to see if he really has the audacity to be such an unhelpful douche. He continues to ignore you and doodles weird things in the science text book you have to share. You roll your eyes in annoyance. "Ugh, fine." You give up and reach over him. You don't hesitate to be as harsh as possible with your movements in hopes of getting in Matheos way considering he is in yours.

At first he just ignored it, but then you can sense his growing irritation. Just as you were about to reach the thing you were trying to grab, Matheo harshly grabs your wrist. "What the fuck are you doing?" He asked still grabbing your wrist. "Trying the get the thing you wouldn't." You responded coldly.

He raised his head and looked into your eyes, you felt as though you could lost in them, though at the same time his harsh stare made you shiver a little.

You held eye contact with him as his growing irritation became more noticeable. You were not planning on letting him win the unofficial staring contest, and he knew that. He tightened his grip on your wrist making you wince a little, though it was barely audible.

He aggressively pulled your arm towards him making the rest of your body follow. Soon your arm was pressed up against his chest and your faces were inches apart. He held the same cold expression, and you began to feel a little intimidated.

His harsh movements made you break eye contact first, but that was not a sign of submission to his childish antics. You could hear his heart beat, it was a little faster then normal, and their was no doubt in your mind that yours was  just as fast if not faster.

He seemed so calm, and that's what intimidated you. It made him seem like this kind of anger was a common emotion for him, and one that he portrayed so much it had become natural.

"What?" You whispered. You didn't have the strength to talk at a higher volume, or the courage.

"If you want something, all you have to do is ask." He said in the same cold tone he had started in. You could hear the ruthless venom in his voice.

You were stunned for a moment, and Matheo was not known for his patience. "So, what is it you want me to do?" He asked sounding more and more seductive as the conversation continued.

For a moment your mind went blank and you forgot all about your purpose for starting this whole thing. You gulped quietly and soon it all came back to you. "All I need is-" you tried to explain. He cut you off. He shook his head slightly, "no. What do you want? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." He said in the same cold yet seductive tone. "Fine," you said feeling more and more unsteady. "I want you to hand me that Petri dish next to you." You said trying to sound as confident as possible.

"Is that all you desire?" He said with a seductive look in his eyes. You tried to steady your breath. "No." You said not giving away any hints as to what you were going to say next. This made Matheo raise an eyebrow and reveal an intrigued look. You took a breath in.

"I want you to get over yourself, let go of me and then get that Petri dish." You said sternly. "Is that specific enough or do you want me to draw a picture or something?" You asked.

All this comment did was make Matheo smirk. He held on to you for a second and looked into your eyes. You stared back into his forcing an unsatisfied expression onto your face.

"Your wish is my command." He said and gently let go of you and followed your instructions. "Though I can't make any promises about the first part."

With that you rolled your eyes and looked away from him now focusing on your work. Though you could feel his gaze on you and the inevitable smirk plastered on his face.

AN: let me know if anyone has any suggestions, just comment or smth cause even though I like to write I'm not the best at figuring out what to write. I hope you enjoyed this, if not feel free to suggest improvements and stuff. (kindly). Thx