His arm pressed above her head against the wall, caging her in. He leaned close, storm-grey eyes glinting with wicked certainty, his breath feathering against her ear. "I know," he whispered, lips brushing her skin. "He doesn't fill you the way I could..."

Depression was never part of Hermione Granger's carefully planned future. Yet here she is-stuck in the darkness, lost in the silence. Ginny thinks flying might help. Hermione thinks Ginny has lost her mind. But on a broom, Hermione finds more than just fresh air. She finds starlight, chaos, adventure, laughter she never asked for... and Draco Malfoy, steady at her side with a gaze she can't quite ignore. Falling in love was never the plan. Neither was surviving Astoria Greengrass's relentless schemes. Somewhere between late-night lessons, sharp banter, and badly timed butterflies, Hermione realizes this might be the most dangerous thing she's ever done: trusting Draco Malfoy with her heart.