This is what happens when you stick your wand in places where it really shouldn't go.

Hermione had been in her office, up to her ears redrafting Britain’s new trade agreement with Denmark, when Malfoy came swanning in wanting to ‘consult’ with her. She’d let him in, assuming that he was there about the trade deal, given that their departments had been working together on it for over a year. That he was there to be useful.

He was not.

If—he’d casually framed the hypothetical, as he seated himself uninvited into an armchair and conjured an elaborate tea service—if someone wanted to try doing something Muggle, how would they go about it?

Deck The Halls with Dramione 2020

The adverse effects of unknowingly imbibing Babbling Beverage while intoxicated include the urge to chatter incessantly, dizziness, short-term memory loss, and spilling your secrets to a fake version of Draco Malfoy.

The first ending of our story goes like this.

My name is Monica Joan Wilkins. I am 57 years old. I live in Sydney, New South Wales. I share a dental practice with my husband. We've been married for thirty-two years.

"But most of all, she was drawn to a vast darkness that reached out above all of them, a void so hungry for companionship that she knew she could fulfill."

A twitter drabble by pixydustworld: NSFW

https://twitter.com/pixydustworld/status/1633745609759834115?s=46&t=QdkgSNu-tALkPCYUoCyRGg

From @galacticidiots prompt on twitter: Hermione is waiting for her blind date at a bar but when he arrives she realizes he’s her pesky colleague so she panics and sits down at Draco Malfoy’s table. He’s severely unimpressed.

Was a oneshot, now a trilogy :)