[DRAMIONE] Post-war fic. Voldemort is dead. 8th year. The war is over but even a year later, lingering scars make it hard to forget. Hermione battles with the demons in her head and makes the terrible discovery that her scars were poisoned by Bellatrix Lestrange's dagger the day she was tortured. After Voldemort's death triggers an irreversible process, Hermione must find a way to rid her arm of the dark magic before it's too late. Afraid of the burden she'd pose on her friends, she isolates herself from everyone. Except him. ~ Draco Malfoy had always been cold and heartless. Hermione Granger was always so stubborn and put together. But war changes even the best and worst of us. After two worlds collide, things finally start to make sense again but will the old wounds ever fully be healed? All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Please do not republish or copy. Thank you!

The battle is over and won; Hogwarts has been returned to its original glory and is awaiting its new, and returning, students. Everything seems peaceful, but Hermione and Draco will not be receiving the "normal" year they had planned. Please vote and comment! I would love to hear your feedback. Also, be sure to check out my newest work, "One Breath". XXX

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger return to Hogwarts for their 8th year, appointed as Head Boy and Head Girl-a decision that forces them into an awkward arrangement of sharing a common room. While the wizarding world seeks to rebuild after the war, tensions remain high between those on opposing sides. For Draco and Hermione, their shared living quarters ignite a fiery clash of personalities. Hermione views Draco with contempt for his past, while Draco carries his own burdens and guilt, masked by his signature sarcasm and cold demeanor. But amidst the late-night study sessions and accidental moments of vulnerability, something unexpected begins to shift. They slowly discover cracks in each other's armor-a truth hidden behind Hermione's fierce drive for justice and Draco's stoic facade. As walls come down, hatred turns into hesitant understanding, and understanding blossoms into something undeniable.