Harry is her best friend. It would be impossible. Not to mention Ron's best friend. None of this seems to matter, however, when a potion gone wrong, and an ill-fated meeting with Draco Malfoy, transforms Hermione Granger into a certain blond haired git. Sometimes it takes the wrong path to get a person to the right destination.

Bathe the cat. That's what the list read. Bathe that blasted orange blob ... Draco could never guess what he was in for ...Rated M for some language.

It begins when he asks her to dance; charming, dashing, Hermione is enchanted; pity it's not who she expects. Tensions continue to rise, though, when a new poison threatens the magical world, more fatal than childish grudges. An impossible pair, surreally perfect.

The authorities have a certain way of running things...Draco's thoughts on life.

Suddenly the small space between their faces was breached, and before Harry could even think about what was going on, lips crashed onto his parted mouth. The thunder roared, the rain poured, the ground shook. And Draco kissed him...Draco/Harry