Hermione and Draco are locked in a quarantine cell for 48 hours during the last months before graduation. They get closer than they ever have before-and neither of them knows how much of it is real. When it's over, nothing goes back to how it was. And years later, they're still dealing with what started in that room. What happens when something that was never supposed to matter refuses to let go? A story about closeness, consequences, and the kind of love that doesn't end when it should. Author's Note: this story kind of got out of hand it's very character and dialogue driven, especially at the start - more about tension and proximity than big plot that comes later for now, it's just... them