But.. Her.. (Mattheo x Y/n) Enemies to Lovers

Needed, But not

Y/n stood in the doorway, her expression a mix of surprise and irritation as she found Mattheo sitting comfortably on her bed, surrounded by open textbooks and parchment. The audacity of his intrusion into her personal space without permission ignited a simmering anger within her.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded sharply, her voice carrying an edge that brooked no nonsense.

Mattheo glanced up from his notes, his expression unreadable as he met her gaze head-on. There was a flicker of defiance in his eyes, a challenge to her authority even in her own domain. "Studying," he replied curtly, as if her question were absurd.

Y/n's jaw clenched with frustration. "On my bed?" she snapped back, her tone tinged with incredulity. She had no patience for his flippant disregard of her personal space.

He shrugged nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Your bed, my bed—what's the difference?" he quipped, his voice laced with an irritating blend of arrogance and indifference.

Her patience wearing thin, Y/n took a step forward, her eyes narrowing into a glare. "The difference is respect for boundaries," she retorted sharply, her voice cutting through the air like a whip. "Get off my bed. Now."

Mattheo's demeanor hardened in response to her assertiveness, his features set in a stubborn mask. He leaned back against the headboard of his own bed, crossing his arms with a challenging smirk. "Or what? You'll throw a fit?" he taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Y/n's fists clenched at her sides, her temper flaring at his insolence. "I said, get off!" she insisted, her voice trembling with suppressed anger.

He tilted his head, studying her with a mixture of amusement and defiance. "Make me," he challenged, his tone daring her to escalate the confrontation.

Y/n took a deep breath, fighting to keep her composure despite the urge to lash out. She knew engaging in a shouting match wouldn't solve anything, but the disrespect was too much to bear. "Fine," she ground out through clenched teeth, her eyes flashing with frustration. "Consider this your last warning."

Y/n made her way to the Slytherin Common Room, her frustration palpable as she sought a moment of peace away from the tension in her shared dorm. Sitting down heavily, she buried her face in her hands, sighing deeply to calm herself.

"Calm down, dear..." a smooth voice interrupted her thoughts, accompanied by a pair of hands gently massaging her shoulders. Startled, she looked up to see Theodore standing behind her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Leave me be, please," Y/n pleaded, feeling overwhelmed by the day's events.

Ignoring her request, Theodore leaned closer, his tone teasing. "No, you're alone with me" His touch lingered a moment too long, and Y/n's patience snapped. She smacked his hand away and pushed him aside, a surge of frustration and anger propelling her to leave the Common Room abruptly.

Running back to her dormitory, Y/n swung open the door, fully expecting to find Mattheo still occupying her bed. Sure enough, he was there, seemingly unperturbed by her earlier command. Feeling too drained to argue further, she walked over to his bed and sat down heavily, exhaustion catching up with her all at once.

The tension of the day weighed heavily on her, and despite the unconventional arrangement, Y/n found herself drifting into an uneasy sleep on Mattheo's bed.

Y/n stirred awake to the sound of Mattheo's sharp voice cutting through her sleep. Disoriented, she blinked groggily, trying to make sense of his words. "Get up, loser, not on my bed," he snapped, his irritation evident as he stood over her.

Her sleep-addled mind struggled to process his abrupt awakening. Pushing him away with a muttered curse, Y/n groaned and rubbed her eyes, feeling a mix of exhaustion and annoyance wash over her. She grabbed fresh clothes and shuffled into the bathroom, craving the solace of a shower to clear her mind.

Under the steady stream of warm water, Y/n let herself relax for the first time in what felt like ages. The tension of recent days melted away, replaced by a quiet determination to regain control over her space and her emotions.

Dressing quickly, she emerged from the bathroom to find Mattheo sprawled comfortably on his own bed, now peacefully asleep. A small sigh of relief escaped her lips as she crawled into her own bed, finally feeling a sense of peace settle over her.

"Finally," Y/n muttered to herself, sinking into the familiar comfort of her own sheets. Despite the ongoing challenges with Mattheo and the unresolved tensions in their shared dorm, she allowed herself to drift into a much-needed sleep.