Three's Company

Chapter 2

"Today's task is brewing the Draught of Living Death. Find the recipe in your books and the ingredients on the shelves. Success is rare, so pay attention," Snape instructed as I pulled my book from my bag, searching for the designated potion. A grimace crossed my face when Mattheo's leg collided with mine.

"If you touch me again, I'll shove this quill through your hand," I stated in agitation, shifting away from him.

"Alright, bitchzilla. I can't help it if Snape crammed us into the tiniest workstation in this dungeon," he retorted, moving his leg away from me with matched frustration.

"Let's just get this over with," I declared, scanning the ingredients before standing to collect them. Mattheo, however, seized the opportunity to inspect just how far my skirt had ridden up. Catching his gaze, I smirked alerting him that he had been caught. His gaze met mine not caring. I made my way toward the wall where the ingredients were stored.

As I stretched to grab a bottle of wormwood, I could feel a presence close behind me. 

"Someone is trying to get laid," Theo's voice whispered in my ear, as he reached over my head to grab the bottle I had been unsuccessful at seizing. I froze as his body leaned against mine, his bulge evident against me. 

I turned to look up at him, our faces inches apart. "I don't have to try to get laid, Theo," I replied as I stepped around him and made my way back to the workstation. I sat back down to scan the book quickly realizing I had forgotten ingredients. 

"You know what would be helpful?" I directed my attention to Mattheo, who had not moved his position since we started working. He looked at me, his eyebrow raised. "It would be helpful if your dumbass would go get some of these ingredients instead of sitting there doing jackshit."

"Why should I get up when it's so fun to watch you walk away?" He countered smugly leaning back further in his seat.

"You fucking wish, Riddle." Grimacing, I turned on the burner beneath the cauldron positioned at the center of our table.

"It's not my fault you wore the shortest skirt you have in your fucking closet today." He adjusted in his seat. I couldn't help but notice the bulge he was trying to hide. He caught me staring and raised his eyebrow conspicuously. 

"You have every asshole in the room watching our table," Theo interjected. Scanning the room, I couldn't help but notice the Gryffindor boys at the adjacent table, their eyes keenly fixed on me.

"Jealous?"

"If I wanted you, I'd have you." Theo retorted as he methodically placed ingredients into the bubbling cauldron and stirred it with measured precision.

"Don't make me fucking laugh." I quickly stopped his hand noticing he was on the verge of stirring one too many times. 

"Is that a challenge?" He inquired, an arrogant expression etched across his face.

"Let me be clear. We would have you eating out of our fucking hands if we wanted you." Theo rolled his eyes at Mattheo's response. 

"Nobody asked you, asshole. Don't lump me in with you." I looked into the potion, adding the sloth brain in, and continued to stir now in a counterclockwise direction. 

"Nott, if she's going to be seduced by someone at this table as a challenge, it sure as fuck isn't going to be you." Mattheo disputed, remaining seated with his arms crossed, displaying no inclination that he was going to be helping with this assignment at all today. 

"If you don't get your fucking quill out and start making notes for this potion, I'm going to kick your ass," I barked, throwing a piece of parchment in his direction.