Malfoy is nervous. Malfoy is annoying. Malfoy is irritating. Malfoy is a pig. Malfoy is an idiot. Malfoy is crazy. Malfoy is demented. Malfoy is weird. But then, Malfoy is bloody hot.

This is just another one of those Dramione stories.. You know, the usual stuff. But what happens when all the regular clichés are stuffed into one big pot roast? I mean, one big story...? Read and find out... ;)

He wrote her letters but she ignored them. Or so he thought. Still, he persistently continued. Never did he relent; nor did he complain. And she, in turn, left a smidgen of her presence that he never saw.

"Hermione Granger," said Isabelle, trying and failing to sound unconcerned. "How can someone like YOU have cool friends? Poor Isabelle. She doesn't even know half of it.

"WHY IS IT SO HARD TO TELL DRACO MALFOY THAT I'M PREGNANT!" Hermione Granger contemplates different ways of telling her fiance that she's pregnant.

"Severus," said the Headmaster quietly. "This wasn't just about Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger, was it?"

She waited for him. Patiently. For seven years. This is the story of the end. But it's only just the beginning. For them, it's only just the beginning.

Can an ex-Death eater and a war heroine, both emotionally destroyed, find one reason to put aside their differences? Maybe they can. Maybe they have.