She noticed him before she meant to — Harry Potter, of all people, watching her from across the courtyard. Bold move, considering who her brother was. So she decided to have a little fun with it: a smirk here, a teasing remark there, just enough to get under his skin. It was supposed to be a game, something to pass the time, nothing more. But the longer it went on, the harder it became to pretend she didn’t care. There was something in the way he looked at her — not with fear or judgment, but curiosity, maybe even understanding. And that was the most dangerous part of all. Because somewhere between the banter and the stolen glances, she stopped trying to win… and started falling for him instead.