"If they catch you..." "I know what'll happen, but I stopped giving a fuck about them the day I met you."

Hermione is in a cell with a werewolf that happens to be Draco Malfoy.

They said the two were wrong for each other. And yet, so right. They also said that he being a pure blood, and her being a mudblood, with one being a Slytherin Prince and the other a Gryffindor Princess, it would not work out. She was the beauty and he was the beast. She was the flame and he was the moth. But what if it was wrong all this time? What if she was the moth and he was the flame? They said she was going to be his ruin. And he hers. But little did they know there's a fine line between love and hate, leading a glorious ending; or so they thought. But it didn't matter. Neither was a butterfly anyway. Neither came out of a cocoon. Neither were not being haunted by their own demons. If it was through ruins for them to get glory- then let them bask in glorious ruins... Together.