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When does duty turn into self destruction?
Hermione Granger carries the weight of post-war Britain on her back - undercover, overworked, addicted to potions, and quietly unraveling in the privacy of her Muggle penthouse.
When the hunt for a vanished Death Eater lurking in Muggle corporate circles pulls her into the orbit of Draco Malfoy, everything shifts.
He’s steady. Sharp. Infuriating. Bound to her in a way neither of them understands. And, for the first time in years, she doesn’t feel entirely alone.
But nothing about this is simple.
Not the mission.
Not the Ministry of Magic spiralling without direction.
Not the dark magic rising in the shadows.
And certainly not the fact that he may be her only salvation.-------
Draco slowly examined his own scar before extending his arm towards Hermione. His finger stroked her collarbone and gently traced down her silver lightning. Hermione let her own hand drop by her side, reeling in the feeling. She closed her eyes but could feel her heart thumping even faster than it had during the battle.
“I think… We are somehow connected. You wanted to save me. And I… wanted to be saved by you.”