Definitions don't illuminate. They don't broaden understanding. They confine. They restrict. They're boring. I hate boring.

She took a deep breath and remembered why she was here - to make Draco Malfoy sweat. She pressed her feelings down. Now was not a time to get all dewy and nervous and tremulous. That time was past. Now it was time to get even.

Draco Malfoy finds his home a safe house to none other than Hermione Granger. His ex-best friend is on the loose, hunting her. It's Draco's job to figure out why. Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Mornings had never felt so good. Again, I own nothing but some really ill-fated ideas.