Five years into to the war, the Order is pulling ahead after ages of drastically losing. Draco Malfoy notices. He wants in. He offers himself as a double agent, but the Order requests more. They've created a new spell that binds two people's magical cores together in order to make a nearly unbeatable pair of duelists. Draco agrees to bind himself to the person most compatible with his magical core. Even if it is Hermione Granger.

How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco's daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing morning coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can't find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore? *cover art created by @eternallyreadinggoodthings

Seven years post-war, Iris Knightley is transferred from MACUSA to the British Ministry of Magic to work as an Unspeakable in the Love Chamber. Everyone she meets seems to have some sort of warning for her against her new partner, Draco Malfoy. A former Death Eater and current alchemist, he's the most arrogant man she's ever met. Unfortunately, he also happens to be incredibly attractive. But that's just the Amortentia talking. Right? Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson have been together longer than he can remember. No matter how many engagements she goes through or how many random girls he tosses aside, they both know that they're meant for each other. Iris is just a distraction, a plaything. So why do her eyes keep catching him off guard? (updates mon.)

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.