Stories by avoidingresponsibilites

Hermione sat staring at a letter and a box containing a scandalous negligée, neither of which were for her. It arrived an hour ago and she still couldn't breathe. Five years of her life was a lie.

The war had been over for all of five years and the wizarding world was still just trying to pick up the pieces. Draco had scarcely been on English soil for a full fortnight before he received a summons from the Ministry Unification and Integration Office. The summons fluttered out of his hands; it was a joke, it had to be. They couldn't do this to him—to her.

Hermione is on a vacy in France she runs into Draco Malfoy. Great she hadn't seen him since that horrible snog at Theo and Luna's wedding. Why was he in such a terrible disguise on a Muggle phone. She knew he was and Auror now but why here in France. Join our favorite clueless idiots on a mystery adventure while they lark about and maybe fall in love...dreadful.