Slytherin Boys React

⭒ Study Session - Mattheo Riddle One-Shot ⭒

he was late, again. you sighed and went back to your book, nervously expecting him. 

you knew you were a goner since the moment mcgonagall ordered you to tutor mattheo. your crush on him could not handle being this close to him twice a week. besides, you did not believe he needed lessons. you noticed that he was smart, just didn't study at all.

you had been doing this for almost a month now, every tuesday and thursday at 3 pm in the library. the table in the corner, which mattheo picked. it made the whole situation more intimate, not helping your obsession. 

you heard footsteps. ones you could recognize everywhere. he was here, just ten minutes late this time.

"you are late," you stated, trying to sound mad. he simply smiled.

"sorry, sweetheart, lost track of time," he sat down slowly and rested his chin on his hands.

"sure," you murmured. "shall we?"

he looked at you for a few more seconds, more than enough to make you even more nervous, and then nodded.

you started to explain the lesson, looking at your notes, not paying attention to him. after a few minutes you looked up, realizing that he had not stopped staring at you. his gaze was focused on your face, a slight smirk on his lips. god, those lips.

"are you even listening to me?" you asked him.

"you're very distracting"

you did not know how to answer. he had not said anything of the sort before.

"what's that? did I leave you speechless?" his eyes lit up with a playful flame. you were sure that you were red as a tomato. the power this man had over you, it was embarrassing. 

"let's just get back to work," you tried to distract yourself, but he did not let you. 

"I'd much rather spend my time with you in some other way," the way he was playing with his ring while saying that made your stomach twist. 

"like- like what?" your breath hitched as he licked his lips. 

"I don't need tutoring, y/n," 

"you don't?" 

"no" 

"then why do you come to these lessons?" you were very confused. 

"are you that oblivious or are you just acting so?" 

"mattheo, I really have no idea what-" 

"the only reason I accepted mcgonagall's idea-," he cut you off, slowly rising to his feet, hands still on the table so he was bent over it, "is because I wanted to spend time with you" 

your mouth was dry and your heart was beating so fast. 

"I purposely stopped handing in my homework and writing my essays, and pretended I did not understand the material, so that I could listen to your angelic voice and be close to you for a few hours" 

as he made his confession, he went around the table and bent over your chair, face just a few centimeters away from yours. 

"say something, y/n" 

you looked right into his eyes, full of hunger and adoration. 

"you did not have to wait all this time to say that," you smiled a little. 

"I know, but I promise I'll make up for it" 

he got closer to your ear and whispered:

"get up for me now, love, would you?"