In which Draco is hit by an unfamiliar curse, affecting his magic. Hermione is a healer, specialising in magical degenerative diseases. Healing him demands copious amounts of research, forced proximity and red wine. Added bonus is pining, frisky feelings and a grumpy cat.
Set 15 years after the war, this fic features my favourite tropes, a medical mystery, a reasonable amount of snark, and a lot (a lot) of pure self-indulgence.