Alphas and Omegas are a rare thing in Wizarding Britain. With slim options of Alphas, who aren't married or horrible men, Hermione all but begs Draco Malfoy, of all people, to get her through this heat. What happens when years of animosity and misunderstanding crash around them mixed with urges and uncovered desires.

Hermione is broken and one night Draco ends up on her doorstep, equally broken and desperate. Warning: this fic contains alcohol abuse, infertility, miscarriage, angst, fluff and lemons.

Are they best friends? Yes. Do they live together? Yes. But there's absolutely NOTHING even remotely romantic going on between them! Draco and Hermione are two of the most stubborn people imaginable, so they'd never admit it. But isn't there a saying that goes "actions speak louder than words"? Fluff, very fluffy, and mostly nonsense. Some coarse language and adult situations.

When Draco Malfoy discovers that Hermione Granger is his soulmate, he feels like nothing in his life could possibly be as wrong as this. Hermione feels that the last person she would ever love is Draco Malfoy. When he shows up unexpectedly explaining that their meant to be, will they both see that they're just two broken halves that really do fit together?

Draco Malfoy has been living a lie to protect the girl he loves. He has inherited the Veela gene and on his next birthday he will become the first male Veela for three hundred years. Canon (except the epilogue). Multiple other characters, detailed storyline and no patience for people looking for a smut-fest in every chapter. Apparently, my sense of humour can be rather entertaining

Hermione Granger is not a fan of New Year's Eve, but this just might be the year that proves her wrong.