Ten Years Later, He’s Still a Nightmare
Ten years after graduating from Hogwarts, Y/N returns as the castle’s newest Divination professor—a true Seer with a gift for uncovering the secrets people would rather keep buried. Unfortunately, her newest colleague is Draco Malfoy: a cold, arrogant Potions Master with a sharp tongue, a talent for making enemies, and absolutely no respect for her chosen field. Forced to mentor the woman who challenges everything he believes in, Draco makes one thing perfectly clear: he wants nothing to do with her. Y/N has every intention of returning the favor. But between vicious banter, infuriating arguments, stolen glances, and a tension neither is willing to acknowledge, hatred begins to blur into something far more dangerous. And when Draco Malfoy starts appearing in her dreams, (and her in his) Y/N discovers that the man she can’t stand might be hiding something far more devastating than a wounded ego. He can’t stand her. She wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot broomstick. So why does everyone else seem to notice the chemistry? Enemies to lovers. Forced proximity. Mutual denial. One insufferable blond wizard. May the best enemy fall first.
Ten Years Later, He’s Still a Nightmare
Ten years after graduating from Hogwarts, Y/N returns as the castle’s newest Divination professor—a true Seer with a gift for uncovering the secrets people would rather keep buried. Unfortunately, her newest colleague is Draco Malfoy: a cold, arrogant Potions Master with a sharp tongue, a talent for making enemies, and absolutely no respect for her chosen field. Forced to mentor the woman who challenges everything he believes in, Draco makes one thing perfectly clear: he wants nothing to do with her. Y/N has every intention of returning the favor. But between vicious banter, infuriating arguments, stolen glances, and a tension neither is willing to acknowledge, hatred begins to blur into something far more dangerous. And when Draco Malfoy starts appearing in her dreams, (and her in his) Y/N discovers that the man she can’t stand might be hiding something far more devastating than a wounded ego. He can’t stand her. She wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot broomstick. So why does everyone else seem to notice the chemistry? Enemies to lovers. Forced proximity. Mutual denial. One insufferable blond wizard. May the best enemy fall first.
