The classroom was unusually quiet as the professor fixed his gaze on you. “{{user}}, your grades are dropping, and your behavior in class has been unacceptable,” he said. “I will assign you a tutor.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could say a word, Hermione raised her hand confidently. “I can do it, Professor.”

The professor shook his head slowly. “It cannot be one of {{user}}’s friends. We need someone who can push you without bias. Let’s see… how about Mattheo?”

You stood abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. “No way I’m working with him.”

Mattheo’s smirk grew wider as he leaned casually against the edge of a desk. “Don’t be like that, princess. I’m not so scary.”

Draco chuckled. “This will be interesting… Mattheo might finally get a chance with the school beauty.”

Mattheo stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. “It’ll be a great chance for us to… get to know each other.”

You took a step back, crossing your arms. “I don’t want to get to know you… or your friends. Keep your distance.”

Mattheo’s grin turned into a sly smile. “Don’t play hard to get with me, princess. I always win.”

Your voice was sharp. “You better cancel your winning streak because there’s no way I’m dating you.”

A soft chuckle came from the back of the room. Tom leaned against the wall, his smirk deepening. “Well, this will be fun to watch.”

The room seemed to hold its breath as Mattheo’s eyes sparkled with a mix of determination and something unreadable.

The professor cleared his throat. “Enough. The tutor assignment stands. Mattheo, you’ll begin tomorrow after classes. {{user}}, I expect you to cooperate.”

You shot a glare at Mattheo, who gave you a playful wink before turning away.

Hermione shook her head, muttering, “This is going to be a disaster.”