Malfoy emerged from an alcove, blocking my path. I startled and pointed my wand at his chest. He grinned. "Going to curse me too?" "I flashed you? Is your life so small and pathetic that you see a girl's bra and suddenly it's Slytherin's hot gossip?" I ask. "Do you mean to say you didn't go gabbing to all your friends about my abs? After all that time you spent gawking at them?" Two weeks of detention force Hermione and Draco to... interact. Sixth Year. No Voldemort - AU.

The War is won, and Hermione Granger is back at Hogwarts as an Eighth Year, feeling reckless and determined to shed her prim bookworm persona. Also returning is Draco Malfoy, universally hated but determined to restore his family's name. Hermione's hopes for a quiet school year are quickly dashed as she contends with mischievous First Years, killer plants, enchanted hair accessories, a totally inappropriate Moaning Myrtle, renegade Death Eaters, a nice vampire, a poorly named study group, a depraved party, and mysterious, threatening blood messages on the castle walls. We have redemption, partial redemption and (sadly or hilariously) no redemption at all. Throw in a snarky, disturbingly attractive Draco with his own secret agenda, and we have a very slow-burn Dramione with a side of who-dun-it. COMPLETE!

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.