What had started as a deep love turns into something unrecognisable whenever we row like this. Love—but tainted like the blood pumping through my veins. Marred by years of this same old song and dance.

With a little bit of luck, Harry might just have his best birthday yet.

Hermione Granger hated surprises, but she was never one to deny the man she loved. This was how she found herself with Draco Malfoy, wine glass in hand, under the starry summer sky on the River Thames' south bank.

Twenty-nine point five days is all it took for one Draco Malfoy to realise he was head over stubborn arse for Hermione Granger.

Sometimes, the only way out is through.