Draco and Harry hated each other. Draco and Ron hated each other. Draco and Hermione were meant to hate each other... but nothing can be that simple. This is gonna be a LONG fan fic, I'm not gonna do jumpcuts to the happy ending I intend to literally write their lives from the age of 14 to 50 at least. Because why the fuck not?

This story starts on her sixteenth birthday. Cover art is by MaiArtzzz u/ChangeMaiMind Try to imagine her with Emily's hair. Couldn't find a image of it like that, sorry. I do not own Hazbin Hotel or any of it's characters.