He didn't mean to find it and it wasn't his fault it was there and really you couldn't blame him because the entire house was made of wood and wood naturally had holes and he didn't build the damned house and technically if he hadn't found it, someone else surely would have and what were the odds that she was in the next room anyway? And mostly all of that was right. For instance, he did not mean to find it. But he had anyway.

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.

| A DRAMIONE ONE-SHOT | •Post isolation one shot, with slight elements from various DRAMIONE fanfictions such as -Menacled -The right thing to do -The Auction "I lost my way all the way to you and in you, I found my way back to me" -Atticus ☆If you enjoy, reading please vote and comment☆ Started~ Feb. 10 Fin~ Feb. 11 •VERY MATURE THEMES INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES, PLEASE TAKE THAT INTO CONSIDERATION BEFORE READING•

| A DRAMIONE ONE-SHOT | Hermione is a renound writer, though she remains nameless, as she craved to paved her own success in the wizarding world as her name alone could get her anything and everything since the victory of the wizarding war. Draco offers her stress relieve from her own head while trying to ease the writers block in the most intimate form. ☆ VERY MATURE THEMES PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION THIS IS A ONE-SHOT ☆ Start: Feb. 17, 20' Fin: Feb. 18, 20'

Draco Malfoy returns to Hogwarts as Potions Master to find the ghost of Hermione Granger floating through the halls. Oneshot. Dramione

She can see the ocean, she can see the glittering sun rays as it shines over the deep blue water and gives it a golden hue that for once she hates. She can hear the waves as they pulse upon the shore in a steady rhythmic beat. The waves come in as the dancing hem of a long and flowing gown and she can hear them crashing on top of each other. She can feel the water as it hits her ankles every five seconds, can feel the cold of the water that after so much time, feels like the fire of the sun. She can smell the fresh and chilly odor of the ocean and she relishes in the strange raw smell that hits her nostrils and invades her nose each time she inhales. She wonders if wanting to taste the ocean is selfish...and she wonders if she even cares that it's selfish. (Dramione one shot)