_The Tension In Between Us_ 🥀🍷🏹 Mattheo Riddle

◇DANCE CLASS◇

In the dance hall's glow, we leap and glide, 
With each sway, our spirits collide

Mattheo Riddle's Pov:-
Yn and I made our way forward from our respective seats and stopped several inches away.

" Now to dance is to let the body breathe.. inside every girl, a secret Swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight. Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance, " Professor Mcgonagall said

The only person who wasn't assigned a partner was Ron Weasly.

"Now that everyone's ready, Mr Weasly, will you join me, please?"
She persuaded Ron to dance with her and went to the made of the great hall.

"Now, place your right hand on my waist. "

"Where?!"

"My waist," Professor Mcgonagall tugged on Ron's arm

The song started, and Professor Mcgonagall started the dance with "One two three. One two three"

" Everone, come together, boys on your feet."

YN'S POV:-

We all stood up and marched towards the centre. After a moment, Mattheo was standing right in front of me. He looked as though he wanted to be anyone but here. He wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Ok everyone, start the dance. Let me observe how good you are at it, "

I wanted to run away and hide, but I decided not to do that. After a second or two, Mattheo extended a hand without sparing a glance. I took a deep breath and put my hand on his. Then unexpectedly he tugged me towards him and my chest met his.
He then put his cold hand on my waist very gently as if my ribs would break if he held me tighter. My heart started racing .I tried to control my heart rate and slow down my breathing but falied deliberately. Than unexpectedly, he dropped the hand from my waist, and I felt cold fingers caressing mine before grabbing my  hand and guiding it up his shoulders. Even with a lot of practice of this dance, I had forgotten the first move. I felt so pathetic right there and then.

A few seconds later, the music started, and we glided smoothly through the ballroom. The world around me faded into a blur. All I was surrounded with was him and only him. I hated to admit that he was a very good dancer. Maybe Voldemort had given him dance classes?.

Eye contact is the most important part of the dance. Maintain a steady gaze as it is through the eyes that true intentions and emotions are revealed. Professor Mcgonagall uttered, cutting through my line of thoughts.

Soon, our eyes met. The beautiful Hazel eyes cut into mine as though unravelling the layers of my soul, studying me. He looked at me as he was being forced to as he would look anywhere else than my eyes. Yet I looked at him as though I never wanted to look away. We swayed to the song, and then my back met his chest. Both his arms circled my waist, holding my hands. Them his mouth was near my ear.

"

Don't do that to me." He breathed

"Do what?" I said, but it came out breathless, replicating Mattheo's words.

Mattheo didn't reply but sighed loudly.

Mattheo Riddle's Pov:-
I did try not to make eye contact with her cause god knows I wouldn't be able to look away. I turned her around so she was facing me. She looked entirely like the dagger I would die upon, and I hated that.. hated how she made me feel.. hated how every touch left me breathless. I looked into her eyes, and then I just wondered.. I wondered how I could look at anyone or anything else the same way again without thinking about looking into her ethernal honey colored eyes and just losing myself. I hated her for it. Hated her for making me feel..