Draco's eyes blazed with anger, "I fulfilled my promise. Theo made me swear to look after you and I did that." Hermione stood her ground, watching the enraged man curiously, her own anger reaching it's high. Closing the distance between them, he sneered accusingly, "I did it so well that you want to go fuck someone else." Bringing her hand across, Hermione slapped Draco with all her might. Even in the dimly lit room, her handprint was clearly visible on his pale face. He licked his bottom lip tasting blood. Her fire had returned. Draco firmly pulled Hermione against his body and kissed her, his lips moulding perfectly to hers. Forgive me Theo.....

"In all honesty and truth, Draco praised the face Hermione owned." Hermione, while suffering the psychological aftermaths of the war, must return to Hogwarts for her last year. However, when faced with an old enemy, will she be able to grow and save herself? Draco Malloy has been utterly in love with Hermione since he could remember. Yet, he knows she would never feel the same. Maybe fate will give him another chance as he spends the last year of Hogwarts with the love of his life.

"I can't do this Harry, oh gods, Harry, it's awful, it's horrid," she wheezed, feeling dark circles start to cloud her vision. She dimly felt him reach over and pick up the sheet she had abandoned, and soon felt him tugging at her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You can do this," he said steadily. "You can and you will. We'll do this together, I promise." In the aftereffects of the Second Wizarding War and a devastating plague, British Wizarding society is on the brink of collapse. A final desperate measure has been enacted - a Marriage Law that binds one witch to several Wizards, each of which is a perfect match for her to produce the most viable magical offspring. Forced to abide by the law or be tossed into Azkaban, Hermione soon finds herself knee deep in Wizards - or rather, husbands, as the Ministry would have it.