It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross. SLASH. HPDM. Humour. Metaphorical angst. Hufflepuffs. A peacock. An eight year fic. Post-DH. EWE.

This is why you don't let people film you when you're drunk - or do you? :P This is the very first oneshot I ever wrote, it's massively cheesy, fluffy, smutty and OOC lol but I hope you all enjoy it anyway ;D

This fic is a sequel to a fic by LadyVaderWrites called Friend Like Me. Go read it. ANGST WARNING LIKE WHOA. TAKE TISSUE. YOU WILL CRY. You might cry when you read this one, too, but don't read it unless you read hers first. Posted with permission.

Draco's rendition of the Love story that never was. This is my BABY, it broke me to write, please be nice to it and please, please review. Written preHBP.

Harry takes a hot shower in the locker room after winning the Quidditch match. He's completely relaxed when he senses someone watching him...a very peculiar someone.

Draco is lonely and cut off from his family. But he doesn’t want to accept anything from Harry. HPDM, slight slight SLIGHT slash, Merry Christmas everybody

2009 TWIN EXCHANGE FIC OF THE YEAR! Fed up with playing the villain in her recent break-up with Ron, Hermione escapes to the Grimmauld Place kitchen for some solitude. But what girl would turn down the company of a sexy, shirtless Marauder? SiriusHermione