A Way Out; Mattheo Riddle

DISTRACTING

"Am I Distracting You?"

Wednesday, 1 December 1998

If I know two things it's that men are easy, and I like control. If Mattheo wanted to play games, which he knew he was playing. Then let the games begin. I left my robe in my dorm. Leaving me in my uniform. And pulling my skirt up extra high up, for today. I wanted to feel powerful. I always got stares but I wanted Mattheo to stare. I want to be in control.
As I met Draco, Blaise, Enzo, Scar, Bonnie and Pansy in the common room we all walked to class. As we all skipped breakfast because Blaise forgot that there's a chem exam so we spent the morning helping him study. We all took turns but I mostly sat with a green apple throwing it back and forth with Draco and Scar.

-time skip-

As I walked into potions, I sat down with my books. I've gotten a stares from almost every male at school but none of them felt as funny as the one from Mattheo. As I saw him watch me enter. Look at every step and movement I made. It's ridiculous what the way you wear an u outfit can do. And how easy it is to enchant men. It's a fascinating concept really. It always came easily to me but I didn't expect it to work this well.
During this double I thought I would die. Until the groups were made. I was with Riddle and Doyle. Great I was with my enemy and one of Draco's goons.
"I still don't get why you have them follow you around Draco. And how you manage to Brain wash them." I chuckled, leaning towards him.
"I have my ways." He winked.
"Well you're in a good mood?" I said.
"I'll fill you in later." He whispered. Leaning back into his seat so Snape wouldn't separate us. We both sat up like middle schoolers about to burst out laughing like we'd just gossiped in the back of the class.
"To your stations." Snape said.
I got up annoyingly and grabbed my books towards our station. Number 8.
"So.." Doyle said looking at my boobs, through my school blouse. Not even bothering to hide it. His cheeks red like tomatoes.
"Bore." I said flicking his forehead.
Mattheo chuckled behind me.
I simply rolled my eyes. I couldn't stand him.
"Today we will be brewing Amortenia. Does anybody know what that mixture is?" Snape spoke.
Riddle raised his hand. "It's the love potion. If you brew it correctly a steam will fill the pot and start steaming out. It will let out a scent you're most attracted to." Mattheo spoke loudly while looking at me. And I turned away, gripping the black, cold counter.
"That's correct Riddle, five points to Slytherin." He said.
Mattheo nodded.
As Snape explained deep to brew it and what pages to turn to in our study books I began to feel nervous. What was it going to smell like?

Doyle began cutting garlic into tiny pieces as I went to retrieve the rest of the ingredients. I took out a pencil to fill in a group sheet. I began writing our method as I noticed form the corner of my eye Mattheo staring at me. Again. Where I made sure to push my hips more backwards. Men. Are. Easy.

While Doyle continued brewing the potion. Mattheo and I stood. Looking at the potion. I impatiently turned and printed my elbows on the counter, leaning back. Playing with a pencil. Which I purposely dropped. As I bent down to get it I knew a bit of my panties would show. As I got back up I stood and smirked at Mattheo in Victory as I saw him frustrated.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He said grabbing my arm.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I snapped.
It was a game, and I was not about to be a pawn in it. I was the controller.
Doyle interrupted us and said. "Guys it's done."
As all three of us walked towards it. I wouldn't let myself breath through my nose. I knew what it would smell like like. And I wouldn't like it. The boys pushed me towards the cauldron.
"Well?" Doyle asked.
I slightly bent. Holding my hair back. And still the same smell would not get out of my nostrils. Mint, cologne, fresh silk and whiskey. and my eyes widened I backed up. Pretending nothing happened.
As Doyle and Mattheo smelt it they played no reaction either.
I looked at Mattheo with my eyes slightly wide. Then quickly looking away.

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