"The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. This is was fiction means."

- Oscar Wilde

Apparently, I write. But not well, I digress.

Occasionally:

There were no tears, only the wringing of hands and the bitter taste of words left unsaid. Breathing came naturally, but in that instant, it was a bother for both of them. She was taking sudden shaky breaths and he wasn't taking enough.

He spoke.

"I'm sorry."

She replied.

"I'm sorry too."

And in that moment, everything that had ever happened between them seemed to disappear like the sun on a winter's evening.

What Lasts:

"Tell me something, Malfoy. Tell me something worth listening to."'

He laughs.

"That's where you're wrong, Granger. People blabber meaningless nonsense day after day, and yet, there is always someone in the world that finds it worthwhile.

Nothing I ever say may be worth listening to - you've just got to make it worth your time."

Poison in the Reverie (drafting):

"I once had a dream that we were friends."

He nodded.

"I like to believe that we were. Perhaps in another time, another universe, another life."

"We'll never get there." he says, looking at the burnt sky, "This lifetime's all we've got."

"I know." There was a sound of lips parting - an intake of breath. "Would you like to be my friend?"

Friends; fine and feathered (AU, drafting)

"You don't make a very clear argument, Malfoy."

"That's exactly my intention. Being vague gives me the advantage and the opponent a disadvantage."

"I'm your opponent. You've just told me your tactics."

He was silent, considering.

"If I just went and put forth my point, you wouldn't believe me."

She rolled her eyes. "Please, like there isn't anything that I can't counter. I'm Hermione Granger remember? Scholarship know-it-all, I can take anything."

"Well then. How about I tell you this."

Hands on hips, she glared. "I'm waiting. Time's not going any slower."

He put a finger to his chin, deep in thought. "What would you do if I told you that I loved you?"