Back for her 8th Year, Hermione finds herself alone at Hogwarts for Christmas. That is, until a chance encounter with Draco, the one other person who's stayed behind, leads the two of them on a domino effect that can only end under the mistletoe. "There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them"

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.