It's Eighth Year and Draco Malfoy is just trying to graduate. Valentine's Day is today and the last thing he wants to do is think about someone he'll never deserve. But when someone slips Hermione Granger an Ancient Roman lust potion, he finally has a chance. A chance to be the hero. As the day progresses, things do not go according to plan. He punches a Seventh Year in the face, makes new friends, gains forgiveness, nearly goes back to Azkaban, and discovers that he should probably pursue a career in Potions. He also finds out what Granger sounds like when she comes...but that's besides the point.

𝐈𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦. Will their relationship endure the criticism and hostility that their friends and relatives hurl at them?

Hermione had never truly hated Draco, just his "behavior". He had strode through Hogwarts halls as though he were the king himself. But Hermione knew better. If you watched closely enough you could see the cracks in his aristocratic demeanor.