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Prologue

Hermione Granger awoke with a start, glancing wildly around the room she was in. The room was bathed in darkness, the only light coming from a small split in the curtains, and the clock on the wall read half past eleven. Hermione had no idea where she was, nor how she had gotten there. Sitting up quickly, she winced in pain as she felt her head split in two.

Gingerly lowering herself back down, the memories of the previous evening came flooding back to her. Last night she had attended her ten-year reunion of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

She had, of course, been extremely nervous about attending, especially as much of the evening was spent honouring those ex-students who had lost their lives in the ten years since leaving Hogwarts. Hermione had been fine until it came time to honour her best friend and ex-boyfriend, Ron Weasley.

Though it had been seven years since he had died, the honouring still opened raw wounds for Hermione. Never one to drink very much, to numb her pain, she had made an exception. By eleven o'clock, as she left on the arm of a man she could not remember the name of, Hermione Granger was drunk for the first time in her life.

Hermione groaned. She was almost certain she had done something stupid the night before, and as she turned over in the bed, she confirmed it. She was staring at the bare back of a man. He had a short buzz cut of fair hair but she could not see his face. She racked her brain, trying to remember who he could be but came up with nothing.

Slowly, so as not to awaken the man and to avoid another splitting pain in her head, Hermione got out of the bed. She almost screamed when she realised she wasn't wearing any clothes and quickly grabbed the cloak at her feet, covering herself.

She noticed the man begin to stir. Panicking, she quickly looked around the room for her clothes but to no avail. She started to tiptoe toward the door, clad only in a stranger's cloak (she assumed, due to its size, it belonged to her sleeping companion). She was just reaching for the doorknob when a voice stopped her.

"Who are you?"

Taking a deep breath, Hermione turned slowly around. She let out a short scream when she found herself staring into the eyes of Draco Malfoy.

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