HD — You didn't come back this time, Harry. Through all of those fights and hexes—I never once wondered what would happen if you didn't come back...

Looking away, you sink into the chair, the irony of the situation too sharp to admit. ― 200 word drabble.

Expressionless, your hand moves on its own accord, seeking out his. ― Short drabble.

He was always a bit of a fairy tale, a hero that had slain the dragon and would live forever in the hearts of his people, and the truth was frightening because the truth was, was that he was just a man, dead and soon to be buried. — Epilogue compliant.

First we were enemies, then we were lovers and finally, we've become friends. — SLASH. R&R PLEASE.

Contains a variety of stories—some are sad some are angry and some are bittersweet.. but they have one thing in common; love. What would you do if it was everything? Or if it tried breaking you? Challenge!fic: Ten drabbles, all to different songs.

Magic had saved him on more than one occasion. In an ironic twist, it had decided to destroy him as well. It was unconquerable, unquenchable, devouring every part of him that resisted. It was a lake during a storm, its waves crashing against him, swallowing him whole & beating him senseless. He felt weak, powerless—mad. / / AU. Eventual Drarry. Contains self-harm & mental illness.

It had been nearly two months since Ginny Weasley and her offspring died at the hospital; neither had lived through the birth and Draco had watched for weeks as the world's savior spiraled into a broken, drunken stupor. / / Slash. One-shot, maybe a two-shot. Yet to be decided. For Kiki.

Harry catches Draco doing something incriminating and questions him appropriately. Fluff.

Draco Malfoy arrives at St. Mungos, beaten and broken by his father. And finally, finally, Draco makes a choice—for what other choice did he have? WARNING: Mentions of abuse. Hints of slash. Dedicated to Malou. Without her, this could not have been written.

His eyes slipped shut. He was afraid to look—looking would make this real, and he was afraid of that. He was afraid that it was just a trick, a cruel, horrible trick, or worse yet—if it wasn't a trick, and it was real, he would realize he no longer wanted it.

"I never thought I would be standing here today," he said finally, his voice low but steady. "I don't think either of us did. To say that opposites attract is an understatement. But attract we did."

Draco Malfoy had developed a nasty habit of staring at Harry Potter until, one day, Harry couldn't take it anymore. He confronted Draco—why was he staring? Because he wanted something. And a Malfoy always gets what he wants. Oneshot, Drarry.

Harry remembers and the shadows darken. Panic-challenge!fic. Christmas of 5th year. AU. T for some violence.

Harry was in a coma after the final battle. He has awakened now, but he finds his mind wiped clean and his verbal skills gone. When Draco shows up to help, will he trigger Harry's memory? And if he does, what if Harry was better not remembering?

Harry did not feel a rushing sense of pity, or love. Nor did he suddenly realize how beautiful Draco was. He did, however, acknowledge the light in his eyes. — ONESHOT. PLEASE R&R.

I know—fear—you're never coming back. Please come back, Draco. Make me ashamed of thinking that—rub it in my face, just please, please come back. — HD Challenge!fic.

The cold, hard truth? Harry James Potter is in love, and Draco Lucius Malfoy only wants sex. Slash. Oneshot.

Harry is pulled into another plane by a strange mist, where good & bad flip. Will he be able to live with the deeds done by his astral twin, & convince others of his repentence, or will he be tempted into doing something dire? Slash. AU.

[Oneshot.] ' Why are you making this so difficult? ' ' Why are you pretending it isn't? ' [Slash.] [Pure Angst.]