A/N – I am in a kinda mellow mood today so don't expect the funniness of the last two chapters, well, not for the first two stories! Once again – if you have any ideas for a story post it in your review!

Oh foolish heart

He told her they would last forever. That there was no one like her. He said it with so much passion that she could only believe him and grow to trust him. She could see past the snide remarks right into his heart, into his soul. She was in love, love – it even sounded amazing. It was intense, full of passion and she knew, KNEW he felt the same way. So when he asked her for the Gryffindor password so he could spent the night with her 'I'm longing to be with you' he said, she was only too willing to tell him – the man she loved.

So she waited in sweet anticipation, waiting, waiting. But he never came.

Hermione later wished that he hadn't come to the tower that night. She longed to think that he had forgotten about her, gone off her, even hated her. She could have handled that – but what she couldn't handle was that Draco did visit her that night. He came in her room, with blood on his robes, still warm. She stood there amazed at the sight – even more so by his grin, they looked at each other Hermione with bewilderment, Draco with satisfaction. Hermione had always been too clever for her good and this was no exception. She realised what she had done, how she had been played for an idiot, how Draco had used her to get to Harry Potter. She made a run for the door but Draco grabbed her and put his hand over her mouth as she desperately tried to scream out not for her own sake but for Harry's.

The morning brought with it horror when Ron drew back the curtains of Harry's bed to discover a stiff body drowned with blood. As soon as the cries were heard, Draco let go of Hermione grabbed his broomstick and jumped out of the window.

She didn't see the body, she felt too guilty and when she burst into hysterical crying at the funeral people just thought she was mourning. But of course Hermione knew the truth: she had been so foolish, given in to the madness of love. Why didn't she think? How could she live with herself? Her stupid heart had caused all this – she was dangerous – she was a murderer and she had to be punished.

Hermione was always too clever for her own good but when it came to love, she was clueless, she was human. Yes, she had always been too clever; clever enough to understand the correct mixture of herbs that would create a deadly poison for Draco… and then for herself.

The Greater Good

Harry was torn in what to do. Voldemort had killed everyone close to him, if he hadn't carried them all out he was certainly the cause. But this? This was worse because this time Harry held the decisions, he was in control and he hated it. This was torture; his heart was breaking.

'Harry Potter!' Voldemort called out with murderous glee. 'Dumbledore told you your greatest strength is love, I have turned it into your downfall! Surely you did not think that you would triumph! I knew you were destroying my horcruxes but I let you, to distract you and it worked!'

All Harry could do was stare at the scene before him. He silently agreed with Voldemort, he was beaten, he knew it. Voldemort stood a centimetre away from the veil in the department of mysteries; one push, one flick of the wand from Harry and he would fall, he would die. But Voldemort held an unconscious Ginny in his arms and Harry knew to kill Voldemort would be to kill her.

Harry couldn't let that happen, he loved her so much it hurt being apart from her for one second and he couldn't bear it if he never saw her again. He was trapped, he didn't' know what to do until he remembered Sirius' words – 'some things are worth dying for', he'd be killing Ginny but it would be for the greater good of saving the world. He knew it made sense and so slowly he began to raise his wand.

'Ha! You really think you can do it Harry Potter?' Voldemort glowered at him with immense satisfaction.

Harry's hand was shaking, his mind racing. It was true he couldn't do it but then he remembered a different set of words form a different person: Dumbledore had always said that he and Voldemort were connected and he had destroyed all the horcruxes, there was nothing that Voldemort could hold on too. Harry raised his wand again but this time pointed it at himself. He was not frightened instead determined, determined in the fact that if Ginny and he could not be together, he would give her the world, a better world free of suffering. There was a flash of green light and the last thing Harry saw was Ginny's body falling slowly onto the stone floor released by Voldemort's grip as he too fell to the floor, dead; a few metres away stood the body of the boy who lived who had sacrificed himself so that the world could now live. But he didn't do it for that, the greater good: in the end he did it for one thing, the love of a single red - haired girl who never forgot him.

10 Reasons Why Dementors Are Good To Have Around

A great excuse to eat chocolate.

The natural method of getting the effect of downers; Prozac no longer needed!

Ha! That perky bitch you hate in English is turned into a nervous, gibbering wreck! (hi Hannah!)

They make pretty firework displays when they fire the dark mark.

The mist they produce when breeding is great for the conspicuous look – you could make out with that hot guy safe in the knowledge that no one would find out and for those dare devils out there - even escape murder!

They are the legs that the Goth, suicide and the medicinal industries stand on!

They retain an air of mystery making us keen to know more about them (like Elton John etc) thus methinks there's a whole lot of mileage in the death eater's terror – I foresee feature films, album deals and of course trashy merchandise!

They are the things that Harry fears the most and so anything that deflates his huge head has to be a good thing!

Who actually needs a soul anyway? They're overrated and with everyone's being sucked out of them they shall become like me – a diva with no soul – A WORLD FULL OF CORDY'S! Mwah ha ha!

Even though they are feared and wretched – the potential humour they can instil in a fan fic is endless – dementors doing the macarena, a gay dementor who falls in love with Harry, dementors at a theme park….

Tutu Can Play At That Game

Roars of laughter echoed round the Gryffindor common room. Harry had just entered through the portrait hole and to his horror (and to everyone's amusement) was wearing a pink ballerina's dress. Harry ran to his room closely followed by Ron and Hermione.

'Mate,' chortled Ron. 'I had no idea u were thinking of a career change. I mean I know the auror's uniforms aren't as er as colourful as that but…'

'Shut up Ron!' Shouted Harry, feeling completely embarrassed and angry. 'I don't know how this happened ok! I was definitely not wearing this a minute ago! What the hell happened!'

'Clearly someone has played a prank on you', said Hermione knowingly.

'Well thanks for that little piece of information! I'm sure we would never have been able to work that one out! Said Ron sarcastically.

Hermione chose to ignore this and continued, 'the question is who…'

'Malfoy!' Interrupted Harry. 'It's always Malfoy! Plus he walked past me on my way to he common room! He must have done a spell or something; I'll get him back for this! Two can play at his game!'

The next day the residents of Hogwarts were treated (or punished) to a rather amusing sight at breakfast – Malfoy had entered the hall completely naked laughing with his two cronies Crabbe and Goyle. The girls stared, the teachers were shocked and the boys laughed at his teeny tiny… anyway back to the story. It took a few moments for Malfoy to register what was happening and when he did, gave a very shrill (and girlie) scream and ran out with his butt wobbling after him. Harry joined in with the laughter, satisfied of his revenge and could even see the funny side of his own wardrobe malfunction – at least he had been clothed and it wasn't in front of the whole school. Now that Harry thought about it – he actually felt quite bad. 'No,' he thought. 'Malfoy deserved it. He shouldn't have tried to humiliate me!'

As harry pondered this Fred and George came over. 'Hey Harry!' Laughed George. 'How did you like our little prank on you yesterday!'

'Harry stared at them horror stricken. 'That was you?'

'Yeah, we were trying out our 'costume candy''.

'Yeah,' said Fred guiltily. 'But we gave you the wrong one – you were meant to be wearing an auror's outfit… sorry if we embarrassed you'.

'That's er that's ok, it didn't really bother me.'

Fred and George relieved to hear that they hadn't upset Harry and left him sitting dumbstruck in the middle of the great hall where the ridicule of Draco's 'manhood' was still continuing. Outside Harry could swear he could hear crying. 'Oops', he thought.

Simple

'It's so weird, I never thought I would feel this way. I always thought I loved him but now I realise it didn't even come close to this. I admit I was 'in love' with Krum but I didn't 'love' him, not in the same way I love Ron. Krum was a… madness, yes that right, a temporary madness – I was so caught up in him, I made him my whole universe and we were so naïve, so young. Don't get me wrong, I don't regret it – it was amazing while it lasted; but that's the thing with being 'in love' you see, it doesn't last. - One day you wake up from this futile dream where the passion has burned away…and you feel devastated, like the colours of the world have turned black and you see a stranger lying before and you try to make it work but deep down you know that it won't because you don't love him. That was Krum, but not with Ron. Of course we had the deep, burning passion that every new relationship has but I now know the true meaning of what love is: It is not the sleepless, lustful nights, it is not butterflies and breathlessness, because that is simply being 'in love'. No love is, what me and Ron have, is what is left over when being 'in love' has burned away. And when you realise it, it is the most amazing feeling in the world – when you are lying there, watching him sleep and you feel secure, safe and he'll love you for ever because that's how much you'll love him. Unconditionally, unequivocally. And now I'm sitting here grateful that I found him and looking forward to the future. I don't know if we'll survive the war but one thing I know for sure is that our roots are entwined so closely that our love can survive anything – even if we have to wait a lifetime to be with each other again because love, real love, survives beyond the grave, survives beyond anything. How do I know? Because it's love.

Some of the stories were a little melodramatic I know1 But hey that's fan fic!

In the next installment o 'It's A Mini Adventure!'…

. Hermione and Orlando Bloom?

. Snape and Harry in a v compromising position?

. When Candyfloss turns evil?

Only in the twisted world of Cordy will all become clear! Mwah ha ha

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