Luckyfrog379
They say every good Hogwarts romance starts with a spark. Eleanor Potter swears hers began with an explosion.
Literally.
One minute she was paired in Potions with the most infuriatingly brooding Slytherin in the room; Regulus Black, jaw clenched, quill sharp, eyes sharper. The next, their cauldron was smoking, and so were their tempers.
Eleanor has always had a talent for trouble; prank wars with her cousin James Potter, late-night plotting with Marlene McKinnon, laughter echoing down the corridors.
She is sunshine wrapped in sarcasm.
Regulus is storm clouds stitched in silk.
They should hate each other. They try to.
But between stolen glances across bubbling cauldrons, whispered insults layered like poetry, and accidental moments of softness no one else is supposed to see... rivalry begins to look a lot like gravity. And some people, no matter how opposite, fall anyway.
After all, love can sneak up on you anywhere.
Even in a dungeon classroom, right after your lab partner ruins your potion
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