AU. It has been three years since Voldemort won. Hermione is one of the few wizards left free, concealed in the ruins of Hogwarts. And only midnight reveals its secrets. But she has been discovered by the last person she wants to see...

There is a fine line between love and hate, this was something Hermione had heard throughout her life but she was only really going to learn what it actually meant when she assumed the position of Head Girl at Hogwarts alongside none other than Draco Malfoy as Head Boy. (Rated M for chapters to come, first try at fanfiction, please be constructive.)

"Weasley's an idiot," she heard the familiar drawl. He stood just a step above her, arms crossed and shoulder leaning coolly against the stone banister. "Quite frankly, you're being a bigger idiot for crying over the likes of him."