The moment Malfoy’s lips settled on hers, Hermione had decided there was no one else. It wasn’t related to the magic or the fact he took her virginity. Before she had even crossed the line into dark magic, something about him called to her.  She must have saved his life for a reason. And now that they shared the same blood, she knew she had fallen for him in the worst way. A chill passed through her as she recalled first ritual and drinking from the cup; was her fall into the never-ending darkness representing her fall for him? The question lingered in Hermione’s head.