"Promise?" asked Fred "I pinky promise." said Y/n holding out her pinky. He looked at her and chuckled, tilting his head. "Pinky's never lie, Weasley." "Okay, Malfoy." said Fred, his pinky intertwining with Y/n's. He pulled her in by her pinky, pressing his lips against hers. ENEMIES TO LOVERS

"𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞." You were never meant to fall in love with Oliver Wood. Not when he was your teammate. Not when he was your best friend. And especially not now-when the game you both loved left you behind. After a Quidditch injury forced you off your broom for good, you've spent two years trying to forget what flying felt like. But in your final year at Hogwarts, Oliver isn't making it easy. He's still chasing the Cup. Still impossibly driven. Still looking at you like you're meant to be part of something bigger-his team, his plans... maybe even his heart. You're not playing anymore. But your story with Oliver is far from over. ---------------------------- This is my first ever fanfic so please let me know if there is anything I should change or fix ! FYI ! I had already wrote this in my notes which is the reason most of the parts are posted in the same day 📍FRIENDS TO LOVERS 📍No Smut !! 📍Completed ✔️

A small café two blocks from the university. A jock/bad boy who everybody knows and love. A quiet, shy pre-med nerd who nobody knows. Except for the bad boy... who always wants that Peppermint Mocha made only by the quiet nerd.

A small, dying, undeveloped country deep in the Middle East. A captain soldier who everybody fears but loves. A volunteer doctor who is blinding to every single passing man. Except the doctor may never be able to forgive the captain for his foolish actions that have hurt her beyond repair?