Title says it all. Short little story about the times our favourite Potions Master and insufferable know-it-all kissed. Post Hogwarts, Hermione is in her 20s, EWE, HEA. Rating for mild swearing.
"Your souls are suited for each other, Miss Granger. It happens now and again, that the first time two people touch, magic sees fit to let them know they are perfectly suited for one another." What's a girl to do when she finds out her perfect partner is an angry, bitter spy, entrenched in a deadly war? How might that change the outcome? No real romance until everyone is of age.HEA