Nous rêvons tous de recevoir notre lettre de Poudlard. Et les sorciers la reçoivent. Aussi, lorsque mon cousin, Louis, reçut la sienne, je m'accoudais tous les matins au rebord de la fenêtre guettant le hibou grand duc qui me délivrerai l'accès à la plus grande école... mais il ne vint pas. Mais il ne vint pas. Pour moi, Roxane Weasley... il ne vint pas. / Roxane Weasley/OC

There are only two things that I can hear. The first is the crashing of the waves in the distance. The second is your breathing. - Dominique, Roxanne and why they should never let each other in. For Erin.

Hermione est dans une très mauvaise passe. Sa relation avec Ron c'est vraiment mal terminé, Harry ne lui adresse plus la parole et elle doit à tout prix ce trouver un travaille. Et qui est là lorsqu'elle en à le plus besoin? Le serpent sans-pitié, son pire ennemie, Cet homme fourbe… Drago Malefoy bien sûr!

Sobre o décimo primeiro aniversário de Hermione Granger.

Oneshot inspirada na musica Home de Gabrielle Aplin.

Summary inside. But I really suck in summaries.So it doesn't matter anyway :D Rating might change to T, but for now it's K

'One minute she was sat on their picnic blanket, quietly making a daisy chain, he looked back and she was sat halfway up a tree, daisy chain abandoned.' A very Nuna picnic. One-shot.

"Out from the tip of her wand came a silverly light that appeared in whisps as it fell to the ground and wrapped upwards around pockets of space. A doe with large, sympathetic eyes and a long neck stepped forwards and blocked its creator from view of the creature, still floating ominously ten feet in the air. "

Encore très court, à vous de juger. Ce mini Os peut s'appliquer à toutes les femmes au monde mais l'homme en question est facile à trouver.

During their Fifth Year, Hogwarts gets a new student, and boy does she intrigue everyone. Her skin is a beautiful pale color, she is slim and fit and her eyes: no one could match the shade of forest green her iris held. Follow as The Marauders, Lily, and basically everyone else try to unravel the girl with the past that no one knows. RemusXOc , JamesXLily , SiriusXOc. Now revising.

Fluffy one-shot of Rose and Scorpius in a secret relationship. Albus proclaims that the bro code prohibits dating your best friend's cousins.

The 4 th part

Nach dem Krieg ist Harry trostlos, er schleicht sich Nachts in die Kerker, um sich einem Toten näher zu fühlen. Verrückt? Nein, verliebt...

Lily Evans' and James Potter's relationship has always been a complicated story; it's just about to get a lot more complicated. And so is everything else. They might not know each other well, but they're about to know each other a lot better. Cover art by anxiouspineapples.

The thunderstorms provided freedom that Bellatrix and Rodolphus never found anywhere else; they found each other in dance. Wild, careless dance. 200 word drabble.

Out-take from my multi-chapter fic "Turning Tables", by common request, because apparently you lot needed details. Overly romantic smuttiness. Please note the M-rating, there's nothing but smut here. Cover art by Viria.

This collection of oneshots contains my contributions to The Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition. {Second entry: glimpses of what never could be} # [Characters: Victoire Weasley, Lorcan Scamander] # Summary: It was all fun and games but the engagement ring at her hand shone.

It's just like all the regular crushes. You tell your friend and they tell your crush.

-"You'll come with me , Harry…" His name was almost purred and Harry was once again reminded of that strange smile he saw before. - HP/LV, slash , evil Dark Lords and equally evil Light Lords just can't take their hands off from our dear Harry, can they? (chapters 1-4 edited)

Au son du violon, tout était possible, vraiment. Ils étaient capables de se déchirer, de s'aimer, se haïr puis se chérir. Mais toujours au son des douces mélodies.

"His best friend was nothing like Lavender. She was a sketch that was just waiting to be filled, but he was her complete opposite. He was the piece of art that would be found in the greatest museums in the world, a whirl of colours and events." :: DeanSeamus, and the silence that says so much more than words

Um set at the end of the fourth book, where Hermione and Ron are unexplainably left to carry on alone. Contains mild Romione and maybe some Nuna but i haven't decided. Please read and review! Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that all belongs to J.K. Rowling. Anything new though is mine! This is just fanfiction i dont mean to offend anyone by anything!

A oneshot I wrote for an English Assignment. A pleasant summery day leads to a normal bored classroom conversation.

Harry y Ginny aparecen en un yermo helado de tormenta perpetua. No saben como han llegado hasta allí. No recuerdan que ha pasado antes. Solo se tienen el uno al otro y un basto océano de hielo por delante. Pero no están solos en el páramo. Seres antiquísimos guardan el ligar y vigilan de cerca a los intrusos con intenciones homicidas. Homenaje a la obra de H.P. Lovecraft.

One-Shot. Because it was pretty much impossible there was only one free compartment in the whole train.