The seed now coming to fruition had, in actuality, been planted long ago.

Yes, Ino thought as she drifted off, I'm so glad I chose this life. / Ino and Chouji's love story, told through a series of ficlets - originally written for the NarutoLoveFest on deviantart /

To Ino, Chouji was larger than life, and the words available to describe him were minuscule in comparison. / A collection of InoCho snippets - each less than fifty words - originally written for the NarutoLoveFest on deviantart / new chapters added when I receive prompts /

/Written for the Dhr Advent 2016 fest/ "And if all else fails... listen well now, Granger, this is the important part." Draco took her chin in his hands, forcing her to look him directly in the eyes. "I remember that tomorrow is a new day and pray to Merlin that it will be a better one."

He'd only caught a glimpse – satin and lace in the same petal-pink as her shirt – but it had been enough. Draco Malfoy is now, quite literally, sporting a hard-on for Hermione Granger.

"Give it to me, Kakashi," she demands through her panting breaths. The lights on the Christmas tree – red and green and warm gold – flash in steady rhythm, playing with the lines of his predatory grin. "If you want it, take it." /Holiday Oneshot Collection; New stories to be added annually/

/ Originally posted on tumblr / After another few long minutes of staring at the unchanging landscape, she gives in. "Oh, what the hell. Scoot over so I can share."

"For your information, that hairpin cost me nearly a month's worth of pay!" Ino exclaimed, arms thrown up in frustration. "You couldn't very well expect me to leave it behind."

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: a serious condition that can develop after a person has experienced or witnessed a traumatic or terrifying event in which serious physical harm occurred or was threatened; also known as PTSD, shell shock, or battle fatigue. Or, in terms relating to Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, an unwelcome, forcibly-mutual slice of hell.

"Well," she begins, coyly batting her eyelashes, "I want to borrow your newest Icha Icha."

In this harsh place, he has had to learn to find the little bits of beauty, of magic, wherever he can find them.

Hermione was afraid that what she saw in Draco's grey eyes wasn't hatred. But what disturbed Hermione even more was that she knew that if he gave her any reason to believe he'd changed, even the tiniest scrap of evidence, she would forgive him. It was just a matter of time before her heart, that damned compassionate thing, would give in.