Draco's mouth popped open. He'd seen hair like that before in his other life, all curling golden-brown madness, rippling and crackling with an intensity that matched the gold fire in its owner's eyes. Her eyes. Her…Mione. Draco stumbled forward on disbelieving feet. "Granger?"

6th yr. Granger, the brightest witch of her age, knows just how to win the war. She has a plan. She's made her lists. She's kidnapped Draco Malfoy. Now she needs to survive without killing him, marrying him or falling for him. The Order wants him tortured, his father wants revenge, Death Eaters want them both dead and Malfoy wants her. Wait. What? What's a girl to do?

She stood in the darkness of the night, contemplating her marriage. She loved him, but when he does something to destroy her, who does she turn to? Hermione/Draco eventually. Rated M to be safe.