Hermoine is distracted by memories of her last day at Hogwarts, particularly memories of a certain blonde haired boy.

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 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.

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.

“How did you get in here?”

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?

“If they come here… then not only will they find me, but they’ll find Hermione, Weasley, and you. It’ll be like a smorgasbord.”

“I need my wand Potter. Now!”

It’s time to prepare! The Death Eaters have found their target, and before chaos erupts, Draco steps up and protects the one he loves.

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...

Harry and Ron discover Draco’s secret, and Draco finds out some terrifying news. The administration of a truth potion goes horribly wrong.

The Order regroups to deal with the latest threat to the Wizarding world. And Draco has to confront his past…

Hermione tries not to let things get to her...

“I want to get away from all this for a while, I guess. Forget, just for a few hours, that we are once again about to put our lives on the line and save the world,” she said softly. “I just want to feel normal, Draco, like we talked about.”

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.

“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 …”

“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.”