In the face of the Dark Lord rising again, Draco Malfoy is fighting his own war against himself. His dignity and sanity are wavering under this new task he has been asked to perform, but what sends him over the edge is a certain bushy-haired Hermione, reminding him that love can be found even in the darkest of times, and shouldn't be overlooked by pride.

[One-Shot] Every six months, the invitation came without fail. It was maddening, this need to compare lives, to prove who had moved on more successfully. Yet, she always showed up.

In a whirlwind of pleasure and angst, can Draco and Hermoine end up happy and together? Or are they destined forever to keep their relationship physical and above all secret?