He broke her heart about a thousand times, before she pieced both their hearts back together. Ultimately? She taught him how to feel. No Magic AU, Dramoine fic. fluffy, in a darker sense. IDOHP. Rating between M and T. Read at your own risk.

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.