Slytherin and Gryffindor, Snake and Lion, Cunning and Bravery, Astoria and Cormac, Boy and Girl, Soul and Soul... everything simplifies the further it's broken down. 'You're Astoria Greengrass – you're independent and you don't want nor need a saviour. It's not because you're weak (as he says, people who can't cry are weak) it's because you're stronger than him.'

'She's never enough, she says, but he can't imagine how she could possibly not be enough - she's more than enough, always has been, always shining brighter, moving bigger, laughing louder than anyone else.' Sometimes there's a blurred line between friendship and more, sometimes it starts as clarity and ends as obscureness. Maybe, it's never clear but maybe, it doesn't matter.

"Blacks do not marry for love." "I know." "Okay?" "Okay." Practice, rehearsal, dress rehearsal, preparation, finale and encore - ladies and gentlemen, please, come on in.

'You can't keep stringing me and him, and half of the male population along just because you're trying to feel something.' A choice is to be made - New or old? Friend or best friend? Affection or passion? Danger or danger? Scorpius/Lily/Lorcan.

"I hope you know this isn't going to be easy… addictions are monsters, sewn under your skin, manifested inside you. It isn't just going to go away." - Blaise has his demons, but there's nothing that he loves more than Daphne, it's only and always Daphne... and sometimes, even after all this time, he can still surprise her.

There's a story to tell behind every image. Some things fit together, some things don't. All fractures mend, all puzzles fit together somehow. People break, people fix. Life is a cycle. ELEVEN: DRACO/LUNA

"This is wrong," Scorpius finally speaks, three little words, the words that have been boxed in his mind since this all started. His mouth is so close to Lysander's as he speaks that their lips brush. - Nothing in Scorpius' world is right, except one little thing which is still so wrong.

"It's the sort of feeling that can lift you to the top of the world, and crush you underneath the ground. There's nothing logical about love, there's too many questions with no answers, and that is what she hates the most." Hermione has written a letter, and she's not sure if it will ever reach him.

"And she hates herself for thinking it, but she's dying, so what's the point in censoring her own thoughts now?" Daphne's end is near, and all that she can think of is Blaise.

"The thing is, today you may feel completely at loss and heartbroken. But there's always another day, things will be what they will be, and the world will keep moving without you, so you may as well keep up."

'Being ever the delicate woman, she takes her scissors and cuts - seeing as she can't cut anything else, her hair or herself, and three pretty lilac flowers settle in her hand.' Everything is wrong in her mind, nothing will ever be right and she doesn't know why.

'The capsules are right there in front of her, shiny white, enticing her with promises of nothing… of peace, of finality. Thirty two of them and she's finished – gone forever.' It isn't as if Daphne has never considered her end, Astoria just pushed her to make that final decision.

In the face of heartbreak, time is often our only hope. Love is like war… easy to start, difficult to finish, and impossible to forget.

A collection of unrelated Scorpius/various pairing drabbles. "He never thought he'd care and he saw it coming but it doesn't make it hurt any less and it's made him turn to this - to him. What does it make him? Crazy, just crazy." R&R!

"As his doll giggles softly, his jaw involuntarily clenches. He narrows his eyes and admires her long brown locks, her glittering jade eyes, her alabaster skin… she's far too pretty to speak, to move, to breathe. She's a doll and dolls are still." Warning: Incest, implied rape, implied murder.

Lily knows she shouldn't play with fire - those who play with fire always get burned.

'she's a stones throw away from insanity now and she can finally feel the black threads fall away along with the memories of everything.'

Daphne/Blaise one shots and drabbles. Sad, happy, cute, angsty. Enjoy!

"How are you feeling today?" The voice crawls into her ears once more and she shakes her head again and again, so violently that it should cause her agony, but it doesn't. - Depictions of a stress disorder.

Hermione is engaged to Ron, but Draco isn't quite ready to let that wedding go ahead. 'Grey eyes scan her frame, blinking slowly and deliberately… stretching out the emptiness, like always – like ghosts do. "I know you better than you know yourself."'