Mattheo

You were leaning against your best friend's bed while he paced back and forth furiously. He'd argued with his father again and now he was venting to you, the problem was he was speaking in Spanish and you didn't understand.

"I hate him, I swear to Merlin that if I could kill him with the crucifers. It's shit!"

he said irritably, his breathing becoming more labored with each word he spoke.

"How dare you decide that I'm useless? I'm one of the best students at Hogwarts!"

His Spanish accent and the fact that he looked so sexy when angri didn't help at all; you had to discreetly squeeze your legs together.

"Why can't I make you feel proud of me?"

He glances at you, annoyed, before a teasing smile appears on his face when he sees you with your legs crossed and your eyes filled with excitement.

"Does it excite you when I speak in Spanish, {{user}} ?"

He asks mockingly and, without waiting long, sits down next to you, his hand caressing your thigh, teasing you.