Hermione had it all planned out. She'd marry Ron at thirty. Maybe have a baby at thirty-two. Malfoy would be rotting away in prison. But when the Ministry unveils a new law, Hermione finds herself unshakably bound to her very worst enemy...in marriage.
She was angry. He kissed her. She was happy. He kissed her. She was sad. He kissed her. She nearly died. He kissed her. He was so irresistibly...James. She kissed him. These are five of her bittersweet memories of his love.
He drops it like it's burned him and mouths the words to himself. 'So here you stand, and I'm already back in love with you again, but you're married and that's that.' After nearly ten years abroad, Ron's back in London, searching for the flame he killed.