"We were meant to cross paths, and even if we die this very instant, we'll find each other again. Our souls are connected. Enemies, friends, lovers, whatever it may be." With nothing more than a faded dream directing her, Hermione flees her safe harbor on an altering journey to re-discover herself and the mysterious man that still calls to her in her dreams. Sequel to Destiny.

His other hand came up to her face, hovering a moment in hesitation before placing his thumb on her bottom lip and wrenching her mouth open roughly."How would you like your teeth enlarged again, Granger?" Malfoy asked in a whispery voice. Hermione's eyes narrowed, and in a moment of pure hatred for the boy in front of her, she bit his thumb. Hard. *Dramione*

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.