Almost ten years ago, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley fell in love. It happened slowly, over time and time compounding, until they were sure they'd discovered a love that would never die. One month ago, Ron was caught cheating on his wife. And then somebody broadcasted it. And published it. And republished it. And sent the news spinning viral across all the lands of Wizarding Britain. By the time the news had cooled down, there was nothing left of Hermione but a sniffling, red nose; dried out eyes and a hollow space in her chest, devoid of a heart. Draco Malfoy is the name that tastes bitter on Hermione's tongue. I mean, it has for a long, long time. Why would that change now? Curious as it is, the week "The Incident" drops bombs into Hermione's life is the same week Draco starts working in the office directly across from her. In a moment of pure bliss - and drunkenness - they share a kiss that changes Draco's life forever. He is the last person Hermione would ever want to see, ever. Much less fall in love with. Draco never expected to feel this way about someone he had always despised, maybe despised the most. Worlds collide. Time is snatched, stolen, and paths cross to the likings of those who want it most, and also to those who don't. But... as we've all heard for as long as tales have been telling... love comes in the most unpredictable of ways. Like this was going to be any different. ••• PG13 with some language. Enjoy! (: Writing began at age - 14 to 15 years
30 parts