„Oh, my dear..." (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how it repeated itself...

P.T. 

,,Mattheo?"

,,Yes, love?"

,,It's happened... It's Hufflepuff."

,,Fucking for real?"

,,Yeah, I know..." I sighed, slumping down on the chair next to him. 

Mattheo muttered something to himself, slamming his book down onto the table. 

I tilted my head, looking at him with a frown. ,,Don't worry too much, my dear. I'll just deal with it."

,,You mean you'll deal with Lisa, huh?" Mattheo rolled his eyes. ,,I don't want you to do that, Phersephone."

Raising my eyebrows, I started copying the notes Professor Snape had written on the black board. ,,I won't have much of a choice in case I'm put up with her... I mean, I get why they put up only Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw for the duelling club, after what happened with the Gryffindors and Slytherins last time."

,,Obviously they won't let you fight the Gryffindors again." Mattheo nodded, copying the notes himself with a cold face. ,,But I can deal with Lisa on my own..."

Chuckling quietly, I continued writing along. ,,Seriously? You couldn't even deal with my ex. I highly doubt you'll manage your own..."

His hand that was holding his quill froze mid movement, and his gaze narrowed. ,,Phersephone... Thin ice. Very thin." 

,,Sorry." I apologised immediately. ,,I shouldn't have brought that up again. I'm sorry..." 

He didn't quite look at me, so I decided to play my favourite move. Very gently, I reached out and lightly touched his face, tracing the tips of my fingers up and down his cheek. ,,Mattheo?"

He sighed, but didn't pull away. I know he couldn't, he loved when I did that. 

,,But would you stop me, in case I beat her ass?" I asked carefully. 

Mattheo turned his head to look at me, still leaning slightly into my touch. ,,No. I'd probably cheer you on." A little smile made it's way to his face. ,,And patch you up afterwards."

,,That's nice." I whispered, stroking his slightly blushed cheek again. 

One second, one single second, we just looked into each others eyes, lost and away. 

,,Ms Thorne! Mr Riddle!" Professor Snape called out way too loud, slamming down some worksheets on our table. 

We both jumped slightly. 

,,This lesson is absolutely no place for your little games. I would be very pleased, if you two could continue this after my lesson."

Mattheo really tried not to laugh, so I just took the worksheets and looked up at Snape. ,,Apologies, Professor. Won't happen again."

,,I shall hope so..." Professor Snape muttered, before turning around and walking back to the front of the classroom to sit back down at his desk. 

,,I sHaLl HoPe sO..." Mattheo whispered, mocking him. 

Quickly nudging him with my elbow, I shot him a look. ,,Shut up! I'm not in the mood for detention." 

,,You're not?" Mattheo chuckled. ,,Not even with me?" 

,,Tempting." I hissed back, starting to fill out the worksheet. ,,But not tempting enough." 

,,Come on..." Mattheo kept on teasing quietly, his hand finding my knee under the table. ,,It would be fun, I promise."

Rolling my eyes, I took his hand off my knee, holding it in my own. ,,Shut up, and do your work!" 

,,Yes, ma'am." he muttered, finally starting to fill out his own worksheet, if only mindlessly.