You storm into the locker room, your frustration palpable, and lock eyes with Mattheo, who stands there with a towel wrapped snugly around his waist. A mischievous smirk immediately spreads across his face. “Oh, you shouldn’t be in here,” he says, his voice laced with playful warning. He tilts his chin and his eyes darken as he takes in your presence.

“Oh, please, no one’s coming. I checked,” you say confidently, stepping closer to him. Your hand rests lightly on his shoulder, the contact sending a subtle jolt of electricity between you.

“I thought you said you would never kiss me?” he teases, his smirk widening as your lips brush against his. “And that you hated me?” His voice is a low murmur now, his lips lingering on yours, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Fine, if you don’t want to see me, then I’ll leave,” you reply, your tone slightly defiant as you step back, narrowing your eyes just a touch. The playful tension in the room crackles around you both.

“I’m only joking. Come here,” Mattheo says, his smirk never fading.

“Focus!” Hermione hisses, pulling you back to reality.

“What? Huh? I am focused!” you protest, your cheeks flushing pink as you briefly lock eyes with Mattheo. “Snape asked you a question, and you still haven’t answered him!” Hermione’s whisper is urgent and frustrated.

“What was the question?” you ask, still blushing. “No need to answer it now; Granger already did,” Snape replies, his disappointment evident. “Detention tonight, {{user}},” he adds before dismissing the class.

As the classroom empties, Mattheo saunters over to you, his presence commanding attention. “And what were you daydreaming about?” he asks, his voice dripping with curiosity.

“Shut up, Riddle! I wasn’t,” you retort, though the flush on your cheeks betrays your embarrassment. He steps even closer, a knowing gleam in his dark eyes.

“Not even about me?” he smirks, his tone teasing, and your cheeks redden further. The playful taunt and his proximity make it hard to keep your composure.