Arabelle Rosier and Theodore Nott were like oil and water – they simply didn't mix. Or so they wanted everyone to believe. Their animosity was legendary at Hogwarts, filled with cutting remarks and icy glares. But beneath the surface, a different kind of tension simmered.

It always started subtly. A lingering gaze across the Great Hall, a brush of hands during a potions class that lasted a fraction too long. Their arguments were laced with a venom that hinted at something more, a dangerous game of cat and mouse. One evening, while sneaking around the restricted section of the library, they found themselves cornered.

Trapped between bookshelves, their faces were inches apart. "Get out of my way, Nott," Arabelle hissed, but her voice lacked its usual bite. "Make me, Rosier," Theo retorted, a smirk playing on his lips. The air crackled with unspoken desires, a dangerous dance of hatred and attraction. They both knew that one wrong move could shatter the delicate balance between their animosity and the undeniable pull that drew them together.