You and your enemy Harry were in a full-blown fight.

“Give me back my phone!” he snapped, yanking your hair.

“I don’t have it!” you shouted, pulling his hair right back.

Like two kids on a playground, you were pinching, pushing, and yelling—until you got fed up and pinched his cheek hard. He screamed. You laughed. War declared.

The next day at school, you walked into class, still annoyed. And of course, Harry—your seatmate—was already waiting.

“Good morning, princess,” he said with a smirk. “Did you sleep well and dream about me?”

You rolled your eyes and ignored him, pretending he didn’t exist. But he kept staring, probably thinking how peaceful you looked when you weren’t screaming at him. He looked far too entertained.

Then came P.E.

“You’ll be pairing up with your seatmate today,” the teacher announced.

“What? Teacher, can we switch?” you groaned, glaring at Harry.

“No. Now get moving,” the teacher replied firmly.

You sighed in defeat while Harry just smirked wider, clearly enjoying this a little too much.

“What the hell are you staring at?” you snapped.

“Nothing,” he said, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Just waiting to see how long it takes to make you snap again.”