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Hermoine is distracted by memories of her last day at Hogwarts, particularly memories of a certain blonde haired boy.
"Thanks,” she smiled, lifting her head. Hermione froze, and found herself looking into two very surprised grey eyes. She let her eyes travel quickly over his face. High cheekbones; smooth, creamy skin; a thin, straight nose; slightly pointed chin; pale blonde hair and full lips. He was older, his hair longer and pulled back into a low ponytail, but the man standing before her was none other than Draco Malfoy. His eyes flashed as he recognized her.
Misconceptions, dinner and something more?
Ron confronts Hermione about her “date” with Draco, and sparks fly between the former lovers. Ginny springs Draco and Hermione, and Hermione contemplates the change in Draco.
Draco snuck a glance at Hermione, wondering what she was thinking…
Draco and Hermione clash over their encounter, and more sparks fly, with the two of them picking up their verbal war right where they left it at Hogwarts. But is that what either of them want? And Ron finds it very hard to let go of the past, especially now.
After a fight with Ron and Harry, the last thing Hermione wants is to infuriate them even more. But when Draco comes to her rescue, she breaks her own rules and lets him stay with her.
The Truth of it
Draco Malfoy, in long black robes with his blonde hair swept back off his face, was standing on the other side of his desk. A very tall, very strong and very angry Draco Malfoy. His pale face was like stone, his grey eyes cold and hard, and he had his wand out.
Hermione makes a decision; rushing to tell Draco, she is shocked by what she discovers.
What happens when Draco, Hermione, Ron and Harry are stuck in a house together? Draco is on the run from the Death Eaters. Will Harry and Ron have his back, or will they allow other thoughts to stop them doing their jobs?
Right Time, Wrong Place
Hermione and Draco deal with their situation as best they can. And Hermione learns a dark secret about Draco...
“I need my wand Potter. Now!”
Unlikely heroes are revealed in the aftermath of the fight, Ron and Hermione have a little chat, and Hermione has her hands full with a very bored, very petulant Draco Malfoy.
Panic and Magical Marks
His heart was beating a million miles a minute. He knew what Harry had seen; Draco had lifted his left arm to brush his blonde hair out of his eyes, and he realized from the look on Harry’s face that the sleeve of his robe had slipped down...
Draco makes his feelings plain to Hermione.
The Order regroups to deal with the latest threat to the Wizarding world. And Draco has to confront his past…
Revelations and a Woman Scorned
Hermione and Draco learn a little about what each other wants, and Draco has to swallow his pride and visit an old acquaintance.
No Point Crying...
Hermione tries not to let things get to her...
The plan is set into motion, and emotions run high...
Within half an hour, he would be disguised as Snape, meeting a dangerous Death Eater in a dark, deserted alley. He would rather be home in bed, watching television, Hermione curled beside him, trying to sleep and complaining that the television was too loud. Draco watched warily as Harry picked up a small glass jar from the table, holding it up to his eyes. Inside the jar was a single hair, long, black and greasy looking, and Draco swallowed. Harry raised his eyebrows, opening the jar and lifting out the hair gently.
“Draco,” she began, turning around, her face flushed. She was keeping her temper under control, and he knew beneath the surface she was probably fuming at him. “I’m not in the mood for games.”
“We’ve got to hurry, Potter. They’ll kill her,” he said swiftly, pushing himself off the wall. Draco saw Harry clench and unclench his fists slowly and with control. “Listen, they know the Order is involved now. Let me interrogate Pansy. I’ll get the truth out of her or …”
“I’m sure I’ll find Potter and Weasley up there somewhere; if there’s trouble, those two are bound to be right in the middle of it,” Draco replied, heading towards the next set of stairs.
“Your Order may not have much of a choice,” he said coldly, fingering his wand. Hermione lifted her face, expecting to see him looming over her, but he had retreated and leant casually against the far wall. “You see, I’m willing to make a deal.”
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