Hi! I wanna make a HP request :3
How would Hermione, Luna, and Draco (separately) react to their muggle s/o doing magic for the first time?
Scenario: their s/o is a muggle, but is also a genius when it comes to science, inventing, and robotics, and one day they come up to them and yell out triumphantly "Aha! Look what I made! I can do magic now!" Holding up a mechanical wand with a magic stone attached.
So far, they can only make stuff explode with it lol.
â HERMIONE GRANGER â
Hermione freezes the moment you proudly declare you can do magic now.
At first, she looks⌠genuinely concerned.
Not in a judgmental way, but in that very Hermione way where her brain is already running through twelve different explanations, five safety concerns, and at least three possible rule violations.
âY-you canât just become magical,â she says carefully, stepping closer, eyes narrowing at the device in your hand. âThatâs not how magic works. Itâsââ
And then you demonstrate.
Thereâs a loud crack, a flash, and something nearby explodes.
Hermione yelps and physically flinches backward, grabbing your arm immediately after to check if youâre hurt. Once she realizes youâre fine, her expression shifts completely.
Now sheâs fascinated.
She starts circling you, asking rapid-fire questions, already reaching for the wand.
âWhat is that made of? How are you channeling energy? Is that a focusing crystal? Is it converting some form of kinetic or electrical input into a magical output?â
You can practically see her brain lighting up.
Sheâs not even bothered that itâs chaotic or dangerous. Sheâs amazed that you, a muggle, found a way to replicate magic through science.
That becomes her new obsession.
Within days, sheâs helping you stabilize it, taking notes, comparing it to wand cores, and trying to figure out if what youâve created is actually magic⌠or something entirely new.
Every time something explodes, she jumps a little.
Then immediately starts writing it down.
â LUNA LOVEGOOD â
Luna does not question it.
Not even for a second.
You run up to her, excited, holding your mechanical wand like itâs the greatest invention in the world, and she just tilts her head, smiling softly.
âOh, that makes sense,â she says.
Thatâs it. Thatâs her reaction.
When you demonstrate and something explodes, she watches it with calm curiosity, her eyes reflecting the light like sheâs watching fireworks.
âI think it likes you,â she adds thoughtfully, as if your invention has feelings.
She takes the wand gently when you offer it, turning it over in her hands like itâs something precious and alive.
âThereâs a lot of intention in this,â she hums. âMagic doesnât always come from where people expect it to.â
She fully accepts that what you made is magic.
Not fake magic. Not imitation.
Real magic, just⌠different.
Luna becomes your biggest supporter. Sheâll sit with you while you tinker, offering strange but oddly insightful suggestions, like adding âsomething that feels like moonlightâ or âa softer energy so it doesnât get overwhelmed and explode.â
And somehowâŚ
Those suggestions actually help.
When things blow up, she never startles. She just laughs softly, brushing ash off her clothes.
âItâs learning,â she says, like that explains everything.
â DRACO MALFOY â
Dracoâs first reaction is offense.
Pure, immediate offense.
âA muggle⌠doing magic?â he repeats, looking at you like youâve just personally insulted centuries of wizarding history. âDonât be ridiculous.â
He doesnât even take you seriously at first.
He assumes itâs some kind of gimmick. A toy. A desperate attempt to imitate something you donât understand.
Then you demonstrate.
The explosion is loud, messy, and very real.
Draco actually jumps, immediately whipping his head toward the blast, eyes wide in genuine shock before he quickly tries to compose himself.
ââŚThat was an accident,â he says quickly, even though he knows it wasnât.
When you do it again, his expression changes.
Now heâs staring.
Really staring.
He walks closer, slower this time, eyes locked on the mechanical wand like itâs something dangerous.
âThatâs not possible,â he mutters, more to himself than to you. âMuggles donât have magic. They just⌠donât.â
But youâre standing right there, holding proof that something is happening.
And it unsettles him.
Not because heâs scared of you, but because it challenges everything he was raised to believe.
Still, he doesnât dismiss you anymore.
Instead, he gets⌠sharp.
âWhatâs powering it?â he asks, voice quieter now. âYou didnât just âmake magic.â Thereâs a mechanism. There has to be.â
He starts picking it apart verbally, trying to understand it, trying to contain it in logic.
But hereâs the thing.
He keeps coming back to watch you use it.
Keeps asking questions.
Keeps pretending heâs unimpressed while clearly being anything but.
And if anyone else tries to mock you?
He shuts that down immediately.
Because even if he doesnât fully understand it yetâŚ
What you made is powerful.
And itâs yours.




















