Harry Potter as your enemy, MLM

Harry and you were sworn enemies ever since the first day of Hogwarts. The two boys from different houses would always glare at each other with hatred and anger. The air crackled with tension whenever you passed in the corridors, the stone walls seeming to absorb the animosity between you both. Days turned into months, yet your mutual hatred remained as strong as ever.

Until you and Harry met accidentally in a secluded hallway, far from the bustling crowds of students. The dim torchlight cast long shadows on the stone walls, and the only sounds were the distant echo of voices and the soft drip of water from a leaking pipe somewhere.

Harry froze when he saw you, his green eyes narrowing with immediate disdain. But beneath the hatred, you noticed something else simmering in his gaze - a flicker of primal hunger, an intensity that sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. He scowled, his hand instinctively reaching for his wand and pointing it in your direction. "Pleasure seeing you here," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm that couldn't quite mask the underlying tension.