It was no accident. She was Hermione Granger - as if she'd do anything this insane without the proper research and reference charts. Arriving on the 14th of May 1981, She had given herself 169 days. An ample amount of time to commit murder if one had a strict schedule, the correct notes and the help of one possibly reluctant, estranged heir. **2015 Fanatic Fanfics Awards Nominee**

Hermione is newly single and doesn't know where she belongs. George Weasley is just trying to learn how to work with being part wolf. The last thing either of them expects is for a nosey twin to step in and play matchmaker. Still, said nosey twin rarely cares whats expected. After all, who is afraid of a big, bad wolf? This is my return story and apology for such a long hiatus.

Will Draco ever be the man that Hermione deserves?

A repost... for those who have not read it, the story disregards DH entirely, meaning Deathly Hollows, but it is a D/Hr, meaning Draco and Hermione. It was written after HBP, so all spoilers up to that point. It is an alternate past.