She reads it through a couple of times, just to make certain that she's not grasping at straws, that she's not seeing coded messages where there is, in reality, a painfully lonely person sitting in a dingy room desperate for someone to love them.

He rolls his eyes at least a dozen times a session, never contributes anything positive, cuts people down (including the lecturer) and nearly killed Andy when he accidentally knocked his petri dishes off of the work bench.

She stands on tip toes on the rail around the counter, leaning so far over the bar to speak to the bartender that Sherlock grabs the back of her dress to keep her from falling.

She'd do whatever she wanted to do, with whomever she wanted to do it with.

As is always the case when it comes to Molly it is just the right thing at just the wrong time.

They liked to think that there was a reason they couldn’t fight, but there wasn’t, not really. [Written before Deathly Hallows, no spoilers]

He always favoured her, and she didn't know why. [Set before Deathly Hallows, no spoilers]

All she wanted was coffee. He'd risk anything for shortbread. [Dramione oneshot. No spoilers for DH]

Tom has a worthy adversary when it comes to academics. He almost enjoys their competitiveness. One shot

Respect. Morals. Games. Pleasure. Three of those things, they share. On one of them they have a difference of opinion. TRHG

She starts doing what is easy, instead of doing what is right. Sequel to Change. TRHG.

Tom Riddle sees the ugliness in other people, but never in himself. One day he almost sees intelligence in a little girl. TRHG

All Hermione wants is someone who will hold her hand until it's over. CDHG

It begun before it had even started. SiriusHermione

Office Christmas parties are often better best forgotten. DracoHermione This isn't as seasonal as it sounds by the way.

Contrary to what some might believe, Tom Riddle loved Valentines Day. Sequel now up - The Years that Followed the Morning After.

“I'm not asking,” he informed her. “Dance with me. See? No question mark. No upwards inflection to insinuate that it's a question. Nothing of the sort. Get up.”

George's mouth turned up at the corners slightly, though Hermione refrained from pointing this out to him.

“Someone's nicked the vol-au-vents!” Ron said disgustedly. - Sequel to Wait for the Song to Stop.

For one small iota of time, she knew exactly who she was.