Poisoned

Hermione Granger was known for many things. Being the brightest witch of her age, a Gryffindor, and her extremely frizzy hair. But, to some, she was known differently. After the war, Hermione changed slightly, but that didn't mean she'd let her emotions get in the way of her school career. The brown eyed woman soon found herself back at Hogwarts, reliving memories, and wishing for some old friends back.

Draco Malfoy was the blond man with a cruel smirk, and piercing eyes that had seen many horrendous things. Being sent to Hogwarts while awaiting his sentencing from the Ministry was less than pleasing, especially since he was going to be watched 24/7. It was so stupid, all he wanted was his friends. Yet, most of them were dead.

"You taste like poison."

They frowned.

"Good thing I have the antidote."