Draco; Enemies to Lovers

The plan was to make life impossible for the Potters.

To everyone.

That was what Draco Malfoy repeated to himself every time he saw that surname in the corridors of Hogwarts.

Until she appeared.

She was still a Potter. She was still a Gryffindor. And she was still someone I was supposed to detest.

The problem was that she never reacted the way he expected.

The first time they crossed paths, Draco blocked his way.

"Will you let me in?" she asked.

-No.

-Alright.

He walked around it and kept walking.

Draco frowned.

-That's all?

—Were you expecting a fight?

—You're a Potter.

—And you're a Malfoy.

From then on, arguing became routine. They competed in class, made sarcastic remarks, and neither was willing to lose.

One afternoon they bumped into each other in a hallway .

—I hate you, Potter.

—The feeling is mutual, Malfoy.

None of them looked away until other students passed between them.

That night, Blaise watched Draco with a smile.

—If you hate her so much... why do you always know where she is?

Draco remained silent.

I didn't have an answer.

And that was precisely what she hated the most.

The plan was to make life impossible for the Potters...

But she was starting to turn that plan into a problem.

—Don't confuse observation with interest.