"Your mother must be one hell of a woman... I mean... to be married to a Malfoy," Harry figured as he looked at the boy from the future in front of him once again; the shape of his face, his complexion, the tousled brown wavy hair. Oh Merlin! "Hermione?" When Harry saw that mischievous smile on Xander's face, he fainted.

When Hermione embarks on a path of revenge against Ron, she doesn't expect it to give her anything but the secure knowledge that Ron had suffered some consequences for his behavior, even if he never found out. She could never have foreseen that Draco Malfoy would be exactly what she needed. But then, who knew he had a streak of such disarming sweetness, buried under all his spite.