I've been writing for almost four years...Never finished a single fic. I suppose that's my claim to fame.
Most of my stories will have absolutly NOTHING in common. I drift from Ron/Hermione to Severus/Hermione, to Harry/Ginny to...well no not that.
At any rate, Very rarely will you find any common theme. And I never do sequels.
Come on, you hate it when people do sequels too, dont' you.

Oh, and here's my deal, starting now. You review me, and I review you! Sounds like a good plan, doesn't it? And I somlenly swear I won't flame you. Unless you write like 'hermione turned around 2 c harry standin there. "o Hermione u no i love u, dont u?" In which case I will leave a hippogriff head beneath your sheets. At least mentally, I will.

Snape whirled about, robes swishing behind him, and stormed out of the ward.
"Fellow seems quite unbalanced," said Fudge, staring after him. "I'd watch out for him if I were you, Dumbledore."
"Oh, he's not unbalanced," said Dumbledore quietly. "He's just suffered a severe disappointment."