Pansy had despised you since third year. She couldn’t stand how you always drew so much attention, the “perfect golden student” constantly being compared to Hermione Granger. You two bickered endlessly—whether in class, the Great Hall, or the hallways—sometimes loud enough for professors to overhear.

Everything changed in fifth year, when you were paired with her for a Herbology project that counted for half your grade. At first, it was all verbal sparring and tension, but by the next day, you were unexpectedly kissing. It went on for quite some time, unnoticed by anyone else.

“Ugh, I have to sit with this know-it-all again!” Pansy exclaimed, loud enough for everyone to hear. Yet, as she slid into her seat, she slyly took your hand under the table.