A seventeen-year old boy has to travel back in time to save his parents' relationship, to fix what went wrong in order to save his mother's life in the future.
“I don’t know. I’d probably run to my death if it were the only way to get Malfoy to shut his mouth.” Hermione felt a sting in her chest, as though every word she’d just said were true and destined to happen.

Hayden learns to know how Hermione feels for Draco. She hates him.
“Seriously, Hayden. I hate Malfoy.”   “But … my … my mum once told me that every person deserves a chance to change,” Hayden mumbled." “She may be right, but I’m not your mother, Hayden. And she probably doesn’t know Draco Malfoy,” Hermione said nonchalantly. “He’ll never change.”

Hayden is working on his plan to bring his parents together.
"Did you notice her smile?” Hayden asked. If Draco truly cared nothing for Hermione, he would’ve left by now. Draco didn’t leave. “I haven’t noticed. Not even that ugly brown eye colour, not really my type.”

Hayden obviously enjoys every moment to mock his father...but in a playful way.
"What are you doing here?” Draco snapped. “I was bored. I was looking for a potential victim, whose life I could make a living nightmare,” Hayden said. “So I thought of you. Is this what you do whenever you disappear? You go around stalking and ogling Hermione Granger from the distance?”

Hayden's greatest fear is going to be revealed.
"Why can’t you just admit it?” “Yes, I do miss him,” she seethed angrily through her teeth. “What do you want to hear, Draco? That I’ve never loved you? That the reason why I agreed to marry you was because of our son? Tell me, what do you want to hear?”

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Hayden has to learn to trust his instincts.
“Why would my father betray the remaining Death Eaters to the Order? How come he changed sides?” he asked aloud, the question was more to himself than to Naomi. “Isn’t that a bit obvious?” asked Naomi, looking up at him, tears still glistening on her cheeks. “He did it for your mother.”

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Draco has been running through Hermione's mind since their last encounter.
Something else was in his eyes, Hermione was certain; they had reflected everything but hatred. She remembered that old Muggle saying her mum had taught her: The eyes are the windows to the soul. Did this apply to Draco Malfoy, too?

Hermione and Draco have to find out the truth about Hayden, no matter how they do it.
She didn't need to lift her head to know who it was. She smelt his scent, that sufficed; she felt his warm breath near her ear; she heard his voice whispering, “Where are you going, Granger? The party has just begun.”

While Draco and Hermione come to an understanding, everything around them breaks apart.
Her cognitive ability ceased when she launched herself at him, bringing their lips in a crushing beat together. For a moment she didn’t care if her cheeks were soaked with angry tears and that he was the reason for her crying.

At least she had tried fighting.

Draco and Hermione overhear Hayden and Naomi's plan.
“There’s no time, don’t you get it? And I’m running out of time because it doesn’t seem like they’d be shagging each other in the nearest future.”