How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco's daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing morning coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can't find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore? *cover art created by @eternallyreadinggoodthings

Ophelia Delacour is unwilling to return to Beauxbaton after a series of devastating events. Turning to Hogwarts for refuge and answers, she finds something she least expects. Boys were the last thing on her mind. Answers for her mother's death is what she intended to find. But her discoveries will challenge everything she thought she knew. How could someone she loved, be linked to her greatest source of pain? And what will she do if the nightmares don't stop?