A prompt on Tumblr. What if you couldn't see color until you met your soulmate? (Summerized) Dramione.

"Sparkles appear when you sing! Sparkles only certian people can see. Your mother looks exactly like the woman in one of my childhood books, you're more powerful than a muggle-born should ever be, you know the song that muggle-borns shouldnt know, and have a voice like a siren! Granger what are you?" (Sorry summary sucks. Help always welcome :)

This is a Dramione fic adapted from the book: The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. After the war, Hermione is reminded by her mentor of a game that was started when she was 6 and working towards ever since, the stage is to be set and she will be there. Meanwhile Draco's father Lucius has a close friend of his take his son on as an assistant. There can only be one victor.