midnightlass

If Hermione Granger was to write a short account of her love life, it would go something like this: There once was a girl called Hermione. She had a wonderful talent of falling for boys she couldn’t for the life of her understand. There was one particular boy who unfortunately thought she was a complete nutcase. And although they were friends for a very long time, he possessed the same level of emotional sensitivity as that of the pet rock she had when she was 5. No, scrap that, at least the pet rock had the decency to look rather grey and downtrodden when she cried. But such is life. See, it was her last year at Hogwarts, and her non-relationship was still marked by arguments.

Stuck on an island trying to find a cure that maybe doesn't exist, Draco and Hermione have a lot on their hands. First is the problem of trying not to kill each other, then comes the strange monsters. But who would have guessed the third would be trying to avoid love?