Even the Ravenclaw dorms aren't safe when it comes to Romilda Vane and her love potions. One-Shot. All characters are from the books.

He took away my heart that day and keeps taking it every time I see him. 'Shouldn't it be only fair I take something in return' I think as I look at his soft full red lips. Angst, Language, M/M, mentions of Abuse, Minor, N/C, One-shot, Yaoi

Angelina Johnson, now Angelina Weasley, can't help but to think about the past. Although, the past usually leaves us with some troubling thoughts.

Lavender has always liked boys.

Seven drabbles, each about a different color. For November 12th's Prompt from "Daily Prompts From The Mods".

She imagines a future where they live place to place, just the two of them until after Voldemort is gone. But there is no telling how long that would be. Forever probably. -Companion to Deathly Hallows Part 1-

Once you fall for someone, no matter what, it will never go away. DracoxAstoria Rated M for later chapters and themes.

James is an idiot. Albus is a Slytherin. Lily is struggling to find herself. This is the entire world of the second generation of Hogwarts. A co-op with Cheif. Kinda cracky at points, but mostly storyline and plot. not at first, but there will be. R and R

Draco's thoughts when the Golden Trio were in his house and Hermione was getting tortured.

Takes place after Ron comes back in Deathly Hallows; Hermione's deciding whether to forgive Ron or not.

"How many times would she feel the woman's long fingers in her hair, tugging? How many times would she smell that nightmarish scent of violets? How many times would she see Polyjuice Potion and remember the taste, the essence, of Bellatrix Lestrange?"

They looked like they wanted to give me a hug, let me know it was alright. But. No matter how much i wanted them to touch me, they couldn't. I wonder how long it will take them to realise my secret. Harry/Ginny, character deaths

After Snape's death, the Order needs a new spy. When Harry volunteers himself, Hermione, Ron, and Draco for the job, Draco finds himself in a situation he was not prepared for. Fear, treachery, deceit, death, lies, truth, hate, love. DMHG

Everything changes. A lesson often learned the hard way. When does holding on to the past start to destroy your future? And when is that link to who you once were all that keeps you alive? Treachery is everywhere. Magic dwells within you. Trust only those who can save you.

Parce qu'un jour j'ai rêver, de le lui dire en face. Quel recours pour le faire, mis à part celui-ci ?

For the Hemingway Six Challenge.

It was one of the core things they shared. One of the terrible ties that bound them together. came to me after watching the torture scene in Malfoy manor Short drabble.

She knows what this is the second he starts that ridiculous swaying. Hermione knows and a dark, tiny part of her hates him for it. She doesn't see the point in this. But for some reason she gives in anyway. Spoilers for DH Part 1.

Something strange is amiss as Harry tries to help Ginny through her first week at Hogwarts, and what is that Luna babbling about? - SIYE First Week Challenge

"You're blind, Draco." Granger's soft words sent his mind reeling out of control; made him want to choke the life out of her for speaking the truth that he desperately wished to see as a lie. You're blind. You'll never see again. DMHG

What comforts some people is torture to others. -A few lines are enough to haunt the trio for the rest of their lives. DH MOVIE SPOILERS, don't read if you haven't seen it.

During a moment of despair, Hermione reflects on some of the choices of her past, and on an unusual new one.

Petuina Dursely can't look her nephew in the eyes. A family Fic

Just a simple one shot about FEMHarryxDraco. I am currently working on the sequel to The Butterfly Effect, just be patient. I AM a very busy girl you know. Rated T just to be safe. Enjoy!

Eu amo que ela me odeie. Eu amo seus ataques de ciúme. Seu corpo se lançando contra o meu enquanto ela tenta me machucar o quanto pode, suas palavras voando em minha direção como navalhas prontas para rasgar-me todo. Eu amo isso.