When you're married, you think you know everything there is to know about your partner. But do you ever really know someone? (Ron/Draco)

Hatred is blind, as well as love. (H/D; Velvet Goldmine-inspired.)

Harry doesn't give a damn about anything, but someone gives a damn about him. (Harry/Draco)

Ron has a few things to get off his chest.

Harry is injured and has no memories of Ron and Hermione. They make him remember.

With nowhere else to turn after leaving Draco, Ron returns to the Burrow. He isn't there alone for long. (Ron/Draco)

"I'll be back for you before morning...but if for some reason I'm not...look for me at moonlight. No matter what, I'll be back for you, come hell or..." (Harry/Ginny) Inspired by/based on Loreena McKennit's ballad version of the Alfred Noyes poem, "The Highwayman." HBP-compatible fic.

Harry tries to isolate himself and Ron won't let him. (Harry/Ron)

Harry wants us to share the title of Triwizard Champion. That actually sounds quite nice, because it would mean that we're unified and in this together for our school. Even so, I still want to make absolutely sure he knows what he's asking me to do before I tell him yes or no. (Cedric gen fic)

Dumbledore is dead and Sibyll feels guilty. Relief comes in the form of countless bottles of sherry. (Trelawney gen fic.)

He stares at his hands a lot these days. Most people don't notice it 'cos they're too busy patting him on the back and congratulating him for finally killing Voldemort, saving the wizarding world, and all that. But I notice it. I notice it and then I stare at his hands, too. (Harry/Ron)

God, but Harry is too young to fight, to face Voldemort. If he were to die, James doesn't know what he'd do. It's too young; Harry has his whole life in front of him. He'd been too young, too.

"A sister is both your mirror - and your opposite." -Elizabeth Fishel (A look at the Black sisters: Andromeda, Narcissa, and Bellatrix)

If any dodgy sort chose to rifle through the boys' trunks in his dormitory, they'd more than likely pass his on by as the things he had stored in there looked either insignificant or like something that ought to have been tossed in the rubbish bin eons ago. But those things aren't insignificant at all.