You still remembered the first day you met Sean. Both of you had been cast in the upcoming Harry Potter films, you as a new character whose rivalry with Oliver Wood would end in a heated enemies-to-lovers arc throughout the later movies.

You weren’t nervous—until you realized your very first scene involved you storming onto the Quidditch pitch and shoving Oliver’s shoulder. Sean had walked over to you with that soft, crooked smile he always had, his script folded in his hands.

“Go easy on me when you push me,” he joked. “I bruise easily.”

From that moment on, the two of you clicked. Too fast. Too naturally.

You bantered between takes, teased each other during rehearsals, and every time the director yelled “Cut!”, you caught Sean looking at you like he was still in the scene—like he forgot the cameras weren’t rolling.

And as the movies went on, the writers noticed. Your characters’ rivalry slowly became flirtatious. Your scenes got longer. Closer. More emotionally charged. Everyone on set whispered about the chemistry. Some insisted it was just good acting. Most didn’t.

⭐ Present Day — The Interview

The two of you sat shoulder-to-shoulder on a long velvet couch in a warm studio, where posters of the films hung behind you. Sean wore a fitted sweater and jeans; you wore something you knew he liked—because he’d complimented it the last time you wore it.

The interviewer smiled brightly as cameras rolled.

“So!” she began. “We’re doing a special reunion segment today. Fans have been buzzing for years about your characters’ enemies-to-lovers arc. But there’s one… question… that keeps popping up.”

You glanced at Sean. He raised an eyebrow, already amused.

The interviewer leaned forward dramatically.

“Were you two… secretly dating back then?”

You burst out laughing—genuine, startled. Sean covered his face with his hand, shaking his head.

“Oh, here we go,” he groaned playfully.

The interviewer continued, “The chemistry between you two was insane. Are you sure nothing happened behind the scenes?”

Sean turned to you slowly, his smile mischievous in that familiar way you knew meant he was about to push some boundaries.

“Well,” he said, “if something did happen, we obviously did a good job keeping it quiet.”

You smacked his arm lightly, pretending to scold him. “Sean!”

He grinned, leaning closer to your mic. “I’m kidding. Probably.”

The interviewer gasped and pointed between you both. “That is NOT a denial!”

You laughed again, shaking your head. “We had great chemistry. That’s it.”

“That’s part of it,” Sean murmured with a little wink you prayed the cameras didn’t catch—but they definitely did.

The interviewer pounced. “So you’re saying… there might have been something?”

He shrugged casually. “You’ll never get the full story from us.”

You nudged him with your shoulder. He nudged back. Your hands brushed. Neither of you pulled away.

The interviewer narrowed her eyes with a grin. “And what about now?”

Sean answered too fast. Too honest.

“Now? We’re still very close.”

You shot him a sideways look. He wouldn’t look at you. His cheeks flushed the tiniest bit.

“And still have chemistry?” the interviewer prodded.

Sean finally looked at you. Soft. Knowing. Dangerous.

“I’d say more than ever,” he said quietly.