Love isn't always as loud as the storm within the beat of your heart as you kiss her for the first time, nor will it always be as palpable as the thudding of the wood against your bedroom wall. Sometimes, it can be found within the whispers of the air escaping from the boiling water in the kettle during the early morning, or his soft snores right beside your ear on a rainy night.

If eyes are windows to the soul, why can't she see his?

Draco discovers the perks of living like a Muggle: technology.

His eyes are drawn to her, like a moth flying to the flame. Instinctive, dangerous, inevitable. He never really stopped to think why, not until it's all he can think about.

Would you let yourself fall in love with someone even if you know it won't last? Hermione is about to die. Draco knows it, but falls for her anyway.

In which Draco Malfoy tries to catch Hermione Granger's attention in what people would think the most effective way: by asking questions.

There's something different yet eerily familiar about the lagoon Draco Malfoy stumbled upon one day whilst looking for a place for refuge. He keeps coming back to this hidden paradise, not known to anyone but her. Hermione Granger looks forward to the day that he'll never leave.