Mattheo riddle imagines

Temptation 2

(Song: outside, ellie goulding)

(mattheo's pov)

The moment I enter herbology class, my gaze lands on Andrea. She's siting in my  seat, Draco and Blaise flanking either side of her at their desks, the two of them competing with each other as they try to gain Andrea's attention. Her head whips back and forth between them, a little smile curling her lips.

I suddenly understand what Cormac must've been feeling when I said all of that shit about Andrea to him. I'm feeling it now, no matter how much I want to deny it.

Full-blown jealousy consumes me, making my blood run hot and my head want to explode.

She doesn't notice me until I'm practically standing on top of her feet, her head lifting so her wide-eyed gaze meets mine. My friends go silent. Feel  like the entire room goes quiet as we study each other.

"You're sitting at my desk, Princess," I accuse, my voice low.

My friends share a look, no doubt noting my ominous tone.

Andrea is seemingly unaffected by it, "I thought we were meeting back here." 

I glance over at Draco, who has a shit-eating grin on his stupid face.

"You shouldn't talk to her."

The smile fades and now he is scowling like me, " You don't own her."

"You definitely don't," Andrea retorts when I bring my attention back to her. "They're my friends. Unlike you."

Point taken. One for Princess.

"Lay off, mate." This comes from Blaise.

I ignore both, focusing all of my attention on Andrea. "Where am I supposed to sit then?"

"You can sit at my desk." She points at the empty seat in the very front of the room.

I grimace. "No thanks."

She rests her linked hands on top of my desk and the wildest idea comes to mind.

I decide to go with it.

Dropping my bag on the floor, I stop right next to Andrea's -my- chair and sit down, nudging her over.

She weighs nothing, and doesn't take up much room on the chair. Her scent is heady, like a burst of wildflowers in the middle of a spring meadow. She's warm and soft, and she fits perfectly by my side. I sling my arm around the back of the chair. half-tempted to pull her onto my lap.

"Mattheo!" She yells. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" She angles her head towards mine, and our faces are so close. I can make out the faint freckles across her nose. Of course, she had freckles. She's sweetness personified. "I'm sitting at my desk."

"I told you to go sit at mine." For someone who looks ready to swallow her tongue, she's pretty damn calm. The only tell being her pulse fluttering at the base of her throat. Her lips part, soft puffs of breath leaving her , and I wonder what she would do if I leaned in and pressed my mouth where her pulse throbs. 

She's probably freak the fuck out.

"I told you yesterday,  I don't like sitting in the front." I draw a finger down the centre of her back, and she stiffens. "Guess we'll have to share."

The bells rings. Sprout waltzing in at the last minute, doing a double take when she sees Andrea and me sharing a seat. "Don't you two look cozy."

Nervous laughter sounds from the class. Draco included. Andrea sits up straighter, her hand still on top of my desk, her attention for the teacher and no one else.

I don't bother looking at Sprout. I'm too enraptured with the delicate curve of Andrea's nose. The smooth skin of her neck, how perfectly glossy and straight her dark hair is. She parts her lips, her gaze flicking to mine quickly before she looks away.

She can feel my eyes on her. Good. Do I make her uncomfortable?

Or does she like it?

My vote is uncomfortable. She's not used to male attention.

"Mattheo sit somewhere else please." Sprout orders.

"Andrea's sitting at my desk."

Sprout is mildly amused, I can tell. She points at Andrea's empty spot.

"Then come sit at her desk."

"I don't like sitting in the front."

"I'm sure you don't." Sprout crosses her arms. "Come on."

"I'll go," Andrea says, sending me one of those quick looks. She doesn't seem mad. More like she's afraid to go against authority. "I don't mind."

Draco and Blaise both groan their displeasure at losing their rapt audience of one and I send them a murderous look.

It does nothing to shut them up, the assholes.

Andrea slide of the chair we're sharing as Sprout begins taking attendance, and I immediately miss her warmth. her scent. She's rattled, of her shaking hands are any indication as she snatches her notebook from the top of my desk and clutches it in front of her chest.

"Can I leave my backpack here?"

Nodding, I sprawl in the chair, as if I don't have a care in the world, but damn, I'm a little rattled too.

Having her so close threw me.

And I don't like it.

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