Stolen Fireworks || George Weasley

Since the very first train ride to Hogwarts, Penelope Lupin and George Weasley have made it their mission to make each other's lives miserable.

It all started with a single dung bomb.

George-and, of course, Fred-thought it would be hilarious to toss one down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express. Unfortunately for them, it landed right at Penelope's feet. Humiliated, furious, and determined to get even, Penelope declared war on the Weasley twins, and George was more than happy to return the favor.

For the next five years, the castle became their battlefield. Endless pranks. Sharp insults. Detentions. Hexes exchanged across crowded hallways. If Penelope Lupin and George Weasley were in the same room, chaos wasn't far behind.

Everyone at Hogwarts knew one thing:

They hated each other.

...Or at least, that's what they told themselves.

Because somewhere during their fifth year, the insults started sounding suspiciously like teasing. Their arguments became conversations neither of them wanted to end. And the tension between them? It wasn't fueled by hatred anymore.

Maybe the line between enemies and something more had always been thinner than they thought.

After all, there's a fine line between wanting to hex someone...

...and wanting to kiss them.