When Blood and Fire Meet

Draco’s loyalty hangs from him like a noose—tight, unforgiving, woven from a legacy he never asked for. His reflection in the manor’s windows shows a ghost of a boy buried beneath war, blood, and orders he no longer questions. He moves among shadows, a perfect soldier, but doubt festers beneath his ribs—slow, insidious, and just as dangerous.Hermione’s purpose clings to her like armour—cracked, but unyielding. War has stripped her raw, leaving no room for softness. She moves with ruthless intent, her mind a battlefield long before the first curse is cast. But in the quiet, regret lingers—the weight of his name on her tongue, the taste of a kiss neither could keep.Now, they are nothing but opposing forces caught in the wreckage of what was and will never be.She is a weapon for the Order; he, a blade for the Dark Lord.But the lines between enemy and ally blur with every stolen glance, every move in a game where only survival counts.She will use him, break him, turn him—because winning is all that matters.But war changes everything. And when the battlefield brings them face to face, when blood and fire entangle them once more, the question remains: which of them will fall first?