(Pick your own enemies to lovers love interest) They never particularly cared for romance. Flirting? Sure. Casual crushes, harmless teasing, the occasional party flirtation? Fine. But the little things—the favorite colors, the habits, the tiny details people remembered about someone they cared about? That was never really their thing. And then there was y/n. They absolutely hated each other. Corridors became battlegrounds, arguments could start over practically anything, and neither of them could resist pushing exactly the right buttons to get under the other’s skin. Every student and professor at Hogwarts knew it. Try to separate them? Somehow, that only made things worse. Try to convince them to get along? They’d start arguing right there just to prove a point. The worst part? They were in the same friend group, meaning everyone else had to endure their ridiculous rivalry every single day. Then came seventh year, when one argument became particularly heated. Heated enough that, for once, the entire friend group went quiet. No laughing. No teasing. No joking comments from the sidelines. Just silence as the other person finally snapped, words tumbling out before they could stop themselves. “You always fucking do that! Your hand twitches when I say something that hits too close! And when I go too far, your eye twitches!” There was a pause. The friend group slowly looked at one another. Because… they noticed that?