It was instinctual; all she needed was to lose herself. It wasn't about feelings, instead simply feeling... Surviving... And that was the moment they made their choice.

"You shouldn't have gotten on the broom then..." "A sticking charm isn't voluntary, Malfoy." "Neither is being thrown off the astronomy tower in your pyjamas!"

After Voldemort's demise, the Ministry, or rather the new Minister, had felt it pertinent to place tracking devices on all muggleborns. Little did Hermione Granger know that this, and one slightly dubious-looking tissue, would end up changing her life. 'I ought to hex his-' 'Hermione' 'Sorry... I'll keep those plans to myself.' 'Good, then I can't arrest you for planning murder.'

We had to get him on our side, and the only thing stronger than family loyalty was love. How hard could it be...?