When everything is going wrong; he's there. Lurking in the shadows. Helping her.

They love him. They love him so much they hate each other. Or do they?

"Actually," Hermione interrupted, "I'm so glad because… because I've been seeing someone too and I was going to ask how you'd feel about me bringing them to the Burrow." Ron's jaw dropped and Hermione's fingers tingled. Take that, Ron. "Who?" He shouted, bewildered. She hadn't thought that far ahead.

It was quite simple. If you wanted to meet your soulmate, you attended Draco Malfoy's Christmas celebration. (lemony)

"I just don't understand. Why… why Malfoy?" She was scrubbing the dishes in front of her the muggle way, a habit she did when she was nervous, uncomfortable, or angry. And now, with her fiancé red in the face and not meeting her eye, she was all three.