Malgré ses traumatismes Ellaria Romanov réapprendra à vivre, sourire et faire confiance aux côtés des jumeaux Weasley. Elle fera face avec eux au mage noir mais plus important encore, aux problèmes que la vie lui réserve. Avec une famille problématique et dangereuse, des sentiments compliqués, la vie de cette petite sorcière est bien mouvementée.

During the full moon, Lavender Brown has the most horrible dream ever. Thank Merlin it was only a dream.

Je po válce a přeživší studenti se vrátili do Bradavic, aby si dokončili vzdělání. Konečně mohou všichni volně dýchat a žít bez neustálého strachu o sebe a své milované. Neville Longbottom se konečně rozhoupal a pozval svou ne až tak tajnou lásku Lenku Láskorádovou na romantickou schůzku ve školním skleníku. Okusí díky tomu první nesmělá objetí a polibky a možná se dostanou i dál.

Hogwarts is magical. She's powerful and sentient. When one of her own is in grave danger, she makes the teachers intervene. But the intervention changes Harry's life in ways no one have ever expected. Good things are now in the young Potter's future, but there are still bits of the past to come up as well. Will she be ready? WARNINGS: Fem!Harry! HarryxFemxMale! RW/GW/HG Bashing!

Voldemort was defeated at the Potter's house in Godric's Hollow but Harry is still potentially in danger. Put with his relatives for his safety, Harry was five when Severus Snape rescued him from his abusive relatives. Adopted by Snape, their family grows when Snape and Narcissa get engaged and Harry, now eleven, adjusts to the idea of having Draco as a brother.

Scorpius jamás se había sentido de esa manera con nadie más, y a pesar del miedo que sintió, no retrocedió al respecto, fue directo a James y fue honesto respecto a sus sentimientos por él. "No importa que no me ames, dame una oportunidad, yo amaré por los dos, daré todo lo que sea necesario, el 200 o el 1,000%". Spin-off del fanfic Positivo.

Hermione ran. She had to get away, fast. Now. There was no time to waste. She couldn't stay there any longer. She had tried. Merlin, she tried. She had wanted to make it work. But it was doomed from the start. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor.

His hands worked magic on her. Electricity sparked through her veins, drawing her closer. And then when he used his mouth instead she was sent straight to a cloud nine ecstasy. Smut

"By the end of the night you'll be begging for more" Draco promised "Oh... I doubt that" She smirked back. He would make her sorry that she was wrong.

Millicent, as an adult, looks back on her life, and thinks about how she can be a better person after meeting George Weasley. She'd really like to be better for him.

He looked down the alter. There she was. She was stunning. Her white long dress hugged her curves and made her body look delectable. A tear slipped down his cheek, as she watched her walk away from him, as she walked further down the aisle. To meet her future husband. He just had to get over this pain. Of being somebody that she had loved.

When the Ministry fell at the end of the summer, Neville knew he had to fight back against the Dark forces that would be coming to Hogwarts. With Harry, Ron, and Hermione hunting Horcruxes, it's up to Neville, Ginny and Luna to keep Dumbledore's Army alive. A Deathly Hallows parallel story.

It would be a cold day in Hell before Draco Malfoy liked Hermione Granger. And yet... It was snowing, in the middle of Battle. Debating if I should make this a multi-fit. Please read and review

"Merlin! Weasley is stupider than I thought" Draco muttered as he admired her body "You're stunning Hermione" She loved the feelings that he was bringing to her. She hadn't felt like this in so long. Every touched of his skin on hers sent shockwaves through her. Electricity pulses that made her gasp and breathless.

Fighting, Leading, Faking. This was what Draco thrived on. He hated it, but he was a natural at it. It's how he made it in this world. Cold. Cut throat. No hesitation. No remorse. Voldemort turned up to join in the festivities, amazed how Draco had managed in 2 hours what the previous leader could not accomplish in two months.

On that fateful Halloween night, Richard Potter is declared the Boy Who Lived. Growing up together in the Dursley household, Harriet and Richard form bonds so deep that even the lure of fame is unable to break them — even when they discover that Harriet was the one who survived the Killing Curse. Together, they can accomplish anything. Female!Harry. WBWL.

"I have an idea" she muttered deviously, "Where are we going?" He asked "Shh" She replied, giggling as she pulled him into a field, under the moonlight, M for smut

Harry ruined the best thing that ever happened to him. But the Boy-Who-Lived is determined to make it right again. Written for Ron's Chessboard Fest 2021.

He tried. He had tried so desperately to get her out his mind. But there was no point. He could lose her in his thoughts, until he lost control of himself. As he reached his climax it was always her. Her body, her face. Her voice.

When two lovers disappear for the night and come back to find the castle as ashes on the ground, what do they do? What can they do?

Harry's eighth year. Harry begins to feel unwell, and things take a turn during McGonagall's lesson.

It had begun when He was put on the same Patrols as her. The pair begun in silence but after a few patrols, they begun to talk, then flirt. Before long, they couldn't get enough. It was only on patrols though, then they were alone. Never when anyone else was around. It was a sin. They loved it.

He heard the room fall silent and he looked towards the door. He no longer regretted inviting her. Her ball gown was stunning. She had become a Malfoy. She had his attention. She always had.

"You won't be able to handle me" he whispered in her ear before biting and sucking on her neck "Try me" she moaned. His lips moved down her body, and she stood on the floor once more. His lips went straight to her aching core. M for smut

It was not love. He always had to remind himself of that. There were no feelings between them, except, perhaps hatred. It was just a game. It was only ever a game. A game of who would give in first. Usually him, he hated to admit. He couldn't deny her. Couldn't deprive himself of her. He had to remind himself that it was only that. Only sex.