Enchanted Chaos (Mattheo Riddle)

Chapter 8: Study Sessions

The library was a haven of quiet focus, a stark contrast to the bustling corridors of Hogwarts. Rows of ancient tomes and worn-out textbooks created a maze of knowledge, and Y/n found solace in its tranquil embrace. She had always been a dedicated student, but the recent Potions project had added a new dimension to her academic routine.

"Hey, Malfoy, Ready for another thrilling session of potions?" Mattheo asked, sliding into the chair across from her.

Mattheo called out, interrupting her thoughts as he sauntered into the library, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Thrilling is one way to describe it," she replied, raising an eyebrow. "Do you always have to make such an entrance?"

"Only when it annoys you," he said, flashing a grin.

"Mission accomplished," she retorted, but her smile betrayed her amusement.

"Ready for another round of potions?"

She looked up from her notes, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"You mean, am I ready to teach you again? Absolutely."

He chuckled, sliding into the seat across from her.

"You wish. I've actually read up on our topic this time. Don't want you thinking I'm just a pretty face."

"Oh, I already know you're not just a pretty face," she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "But you've still got a lot to learn."

"Bring it on, Malfoy," he challenged.

They opened their books, the serious task of brewing a complicated potion ahead of them. For the first few minutes, they worked in companionable silence, the only sounds the scratch of quills and the flipping of pages.

"So, what's the most interesting thing you've read so far?" Mattheo asked, leaning back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Hmmm," she pondered, tapping her quill against her chin.

"Probably the chapter on experimental potions. It's fascinating how small tweaks in ingredients can yield such different results."

"Like adding a pinch of charm to a dose of sarcasm?" he quipped, a playful grin spreading across his face.

"Exactly," she laughed. "Speaking of which, how's your potion coming along? Still struggling with the charm part?"

"Ouch," he said, clutching his chest in mock hurt. "You wound me, Malfoy. But seriously, I think I've got it down now. Want to see?"

"Sure," she replied, curiosity piqued.

He pulled out a small vial from his bag, placing it on the table between them.

"This is my latest attempt. Improved stability, better color, and no more weird smells."

She inspected the vial, noting the clear, shimmering liquid inside.

"Not bad, Riddle. I'm impressed."

"High praise coming from you," he said, leaning in slightly. "Does this mean I've finally earned your respect?"

She met his gaze, the intensity of his dark eyes sending a shiver down her spine.

"Maybe. You'll have to keep impressing me to be sure."

"Oh, I intend to," he replied, his voice dropping to a low, flirtatious tone. "I'm not one to back down from a challenge."

"Good," she said, feeling a rush of excitement. "I'd hate for things to get boring."