Mattheo riddle imagines

Temptation 6

(listen to Sweater Weather- The Neighbourhood)

(Andrea's pov)

It has been a week since I had embarrassingly left Mattheo stranded in the corridor after our passionate kiss. Now, I have re-routed my path around school so I wouldn't have to encounter him. So I wouldn't have to look in his eyes, breathe in his scent or explain why I left him that evening. Because to be honest, I don't know why I stopped the kiss. 

I have spent the last few days thinking for a reason and I could only come up with one.

Mattheo's a Riddle. I am a Granger.

 He's pureblood. I am a mudblood.

A slytherin and a gryffindor.

A lion and a lamb.

Any feelings Mattheo and I share are forbidden. Futile. We would never work.

 And we both know that we would end up living a tragic love story, like Romeo and Juliet, Jack and Rose or Noah and Allie.

But it hurts when you have someone in your heart but you can't have them in your arms.

"Andrea!" 

Hermione storms into my dorm. 

I groan and cover my face with my blanket. Today I had my herbology class, which meant that Mattheo and I would have to be face to face. 

"Get off your ass and get ready!" She's about to leave before she adds, "Class starts in 20 minutes."

 I sigh and look at the ceiling, mentally preparing myself for the day.

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 I sit on my stool ,in herbology class, and see Mattheo talking with a random Ravenclaw slut.

Cho Chang.

Everyone knows her for leading Harry on and then deciding to date Cedric, who's two years older.

But here she is, twirling her hair for him.

I scoffed as I watch the two.

I shouldn't be jealous, he isn't even mine. Yet, I still glare at them sharing flirtatious jokes and comments.

 He's supposed to be telling me those jokes and laughing with me, not with her.

I decided to try and pay attention to my books, when I hear Cho screech. 

Mattheo had done something  and now she had ink all over her legs.

"Nice moves." Cho smirks.

"Nice legs."

Oh no he did not.

He did.

He fucking did.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to throw up.

The jealousy that rose up inside of me was so intense that I could physically feel my body temperature rising.

As a matter of fact, if someone was to take my temperature right now, it wouldn't have surprised me to discover that I was spiking a fever. 

Keep the head. I mentally instructed myself. Do not pick up this herbology book and throw it at them. Don't do it Andrea. You are too much of a princess for prison. Think of your nails. Just keep reading.

"Right, Mattheo, go to your actual partner and work." Sprout turns to face him.

He sighs and makes his way to me.