Mattheo riddle imagines

Temptation

(song: House of balloons, the weeknd)

(Mattheo's pov)

I'm minding my own damn business, striding through the hallways at school and heading for the great hall, since its lunch, when I hear my name being called.

Glancing over my shoulder , I see fucking Cormac heading my way, his expression full of determination.

Great.

Since we came back from Christmas break, it has been one thing after the other, and it's only Tuesday. It frustrates the shit out of me. Most of it has got to do with Andrea, which is interesting.

There is more to Andrea Granger than just a pretty face. Which deep down I always knew. She's smart, she's kind to everyone -maybe not me, but I asked for that- and she's passionate. All things that I can respect, but for whatever reason, the word respect and Andrea never went together in my brain.  

I'm attracted to her. When does respect ever come into the equation for me?

"Can I have a word with you?" Cormac interrupts my thoughts with a friendly tone. Though I sense a dark undercurrent beneath his words. He's unhappy.

Guessing he is unhappy with me.

What the fuck did I do now?

"What's up?" I flick my chin up at him, already bored.

Cormac is too busy looking around, as if he's afraid of something leaping out of the walls.

"Andrea Granger," he says as he faces me fully, " Leave her alone."

His tone is threatening, his gaze hard.

What the actual fuck? Is this guy for real?

"What are you talking about?"

"Stop giving her grief in class. She doesn't like it. And since she is stuck with you as her herbology partner, she's not happy," Cormac explains, "At all."

"Did she tell you that?" I'm floored. She actually went to this guy, trusted him and told him how much she hates working with me.

That is some fucked up shit.

"Yes she did. Yesterday. She was crying. Upset that she couldn't get out of being your partner on that project," His lips tighten into a thin line. "I tried my best to console her, but she couldn't stop crying."

"I bet you tried comforting her." I retort. This  guy. 

We all know he has been fucking her sister in secret for these last few months. Weasley dumped her ass when he found out.

"Tell Sprout you want a new partner," Cormac demands.

"No."

"She'll listen to you. They all do," The last sentence he said was with total disdain. 

He hates that I am a Riddle. That he can't do shit to me because it won't stick. I'm untouchable- for the most part. Hell, I'm the most powerful person in Hogwarts. Not even the teachers care what I do.

But this guy. He cares. He cares way too much about me, and not in a good way.

"Maybe I actually want to work with Andrea." I take a step closer, my voice dropping. "maybe I want to get closer to her. Learn all her secrets. What she likes. What she doesn't like. Maybe, the more time she spends with me, the more she will let her guard down and realise that I'm not a bad guy after all."

Cormac snorts, "Please, you don't give a damn about her."

"And you do?" I raise my eyebrows. "You're just mad, because not matter what, she'll never fall for your tricks."

His jaw tightens and his lips part as if he is going to say something, but I cut him off.

"Andrea might consider me though. I'm young- more age appropriate than you, than for damn sure. We'll definitely study in the library. Private time. Just the two of us. I know she likes to study there, it is her favourite place in Hogwarts. I will make sure we are tucked away in a corner, and I will eventually make my move." I tease.

"She'll slap you."

"Or she might invite me closer."

I see the anger flare up in his eyes. I am having way too much fun with this, but I probably need to back off. Knowing him, he will run off to my granger and tell her what I said. She will probably believe him too.

Which I suppose she should.

Cormac blows out a harsh breath, "You so much as touch a hair on her head, then I will-"

"You'll what?" I interrupt, my voice calm, "Kick my ass? Bring it Cormac. I'm not scared of you. I know for a fact that I can destroy you, Cormac. You're getting weak. You're only exercise currently is rolling around with her sister, in the broomstick cupboard. Don't you get sick of that shit?"

He stares at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and I shove my hands into my pockets, already bored with our conversation.

"Leave Andrea alone," he demands, but there is not as much power in his voice as there was before. "That's all I'm going to say. If you do anything to hurt her ,there will be consequences."

I watch him walk away, amused. His threats are meaningless. It just makes me want to break through Andrea's steel wall, that is guarding her, and walk around the hallways with her under my arm, my lips on her forehead as I stare at that jealous dick sit on the side.