"You see, Draco Malfoy, without your sarcastic replies to endure each morning and that arrogance only you could carry, I find myself somewhat missing you." Draco thought the biggest problem living for a year under the same roof as Hermione Granger was the probability of them killing each other. He never thought it would be falling in love with her.

What happens when the line between love and hate gets blurry? when lies become truth and everything you've always thought was wrong suddenly feels like perfection. Disclaimer: I Do not own Harry Potter. I only wish I did.