Snippets of a love story that never happened. A beautiful explosive relationship that was both life-changing and not enough. This is a short story capturing the complicated dynamic of Draco and Hermione. Don't expect a happy ending...

There were seven things he stole from me. I hadn't noticed until it was too late, until all I had left were the memories of spectral otherworldly eyes and that sly smirk that dimpled his left cheek and crinkled his aristocratic nose. He was a thief who'd bit by bit, year by year, broken down the walls I'd built around myself.

Rose Weasley has it all planned out... Perfect grades, predictable life, friends etc. Sadly she learns the hard way that not everything goes to plan. With rumours of a rebellion by a not-so-dead Bellatrix stirring unease in Hogwarts and Rose's alienation from her family making things even worse, Rose turns to the dark and rebellious Scorpius for advise. But is he a friend or foe..?

The blood drips into the cracked porcelain sink and she watches it apathetically as it mixes with the pure water, tainting it pink. Her bloodied hands and salty tears. Her deteriorating sanity. She watches it all ebb away apathetically "Oh, Hermione." a voice whispers brokenly. "What have you done..?" Dramione post-war. Dark, witty and going to be multi-chapter story. Final year.