Hermione Granger is seventeen, and the loss of Ron during her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is weighting heavy upon her. In stead of wanting to avenge Ron, she creates the desire to join the Dark Lord, with all the consequences that may have.

She hated Potter, really, she did. She hated everything about him: from his tangled black hair, until his robes which were several inches too short.

"The bathroom looked terrible as well, she noticed as she entered it. If someone else would have walked into it at this very moment, he surely would have thought there had just been committed a really bloody murder."

“Eh… Malfoy, what are you doing?” She asked, taken aback. “If you want a sexbuddy, please go whore yourself somewhere else because I definitely am not in the-” But before she could finish her sentence she was silenced by Draco’s lips capturing hers. The touch of his velvety lips almost made her faint.