"Goodnight," he says to the wrong girl, because when they make love they seem like bad poetry, with silences that stretch far too long and words that don't quite fit. Draco/Astoria, as he thinks of Hermione.

There is a story, an epic, the kind that spans lifetimes, and it starts with a letter and not a cupboard. There is a war, a war, a chaos which he tumbles through and does not ask to survive. There is a choice, and she chooses him. Draco/Hermione.

Six years later and the wounds of the War have yet to heal. The four Houses of Hogwarts stand apart; some cannot forgive, and some cannot be forgiven. With eight seventh-year students comes a story of a different sort of war... one within themselves.

All too soon I am gone once more and the chill doesn't matter, because his body is flush against mine and I can't help my hands pushing past his robes and losing themselves in the black and green. Dramione, after-war, PWmuchP.

The War has ended. But for some people, the fight will go on. Hermione Granger is hurled back through time to 1977, her memories gone. By the time she remembers her future, will it be too late to stop herself becoming immersed in the past? SB/HG.

"Freya, I told you this obsession with muggle sports was dangerous." "Shut up, Oliver"