The Long Aftertaste of Stolen Firewhiskey and Other Impossible Conversations. A chance meeting between two old enemies in a snowbound grand residence in the Himalayas.

Hermione and Draco sitting in a tree. Well, not quite that, but they do attend a ball. In New York. And then get caught doing naughty things.

Two pupils of our beloved school get stuck in a small, small, small space. Squashed together. I mean really, really, close. They can’t move. Much. They then propose a theory in Astrophysics. Remember, one of them is the girl who gave us S.P.E.W... 

someone who can exercise caution in the face of emotion, who can choose inaction in the face of a display of personal power… somebody who is strong enough to yield the strength of the Siddh.’

Waxen Malfoys have a passion for posing. Enter Glenn Close and John Malkovich.

‘A pretty boy like you shouldn’t be out on a dark night like this,’ she breathed, drawing one finger under his chin and tilting his head up. ‘There are monsters afoot, and oh, horny girls who have just found out that their boyfriends are completely and ir

She could listen to Reason, even if it spoke though the unlikely mouth of one Ronald Weasley, even if it was enunciated less than clearly from behind masticated potato. She. Could. Deal

Draco Malfoy comments on the spells under the Wonderbra, the brouhaha over wizard politics and the truth behind the Axe Effect. Stay tuned, Muggle London!