Harry can't stop thinking about what Hermione said about liking really good Quidditch players. Oneshot. Harry/Hermione. R & R.

Hermione helps Harry practice for his date with Cho. OotP. H/Hr. R & R, please.

"You don't leave his side for seven hours and forty-three minutes. That's exactly how much time it takes them to figure out what's wrong. And then it's just a few mumbled words and the flick of a healer's wrist and you feel his hand twitch in yours." Post-DH. H/Hr.

Harry woke up to the sound of her screaming. H/Hr. Post-DH.

Like how she wishes that Harry would be the one kissing her instead of his redheaded best friend. H/Hr. Mentions of R/Hr. Post-DH.

Harry and Hermione and their pillow talk. H/Hr.

Even though he's smiling at her still, eyes bright in the early morning sun, the emptiness from before comes back full force and she rubs her fingers over the scar on her arm again. H/Hr. Post-DH.

A few things he didn't know about her. H/Hr. Mostly Post-DH.

She tugs on his arm again, suddenly afraid that he might pull out his wand. So, she's rather surprised when she sees him ball his right hand into a fist and pull his arm back. H/Hr. Post-DH.

Her mouth opens into an, 'O', that she isn't sure how to get rid of and she sucks in a breath before smiling a little and tearfully whispering, "I'm pregnant, Harry." H/Hr. Post-DH.

Harry and Hermione are sick of Ginny and Ron shoving their relationships in their faces. So, when Hermione gets the idea for them to pretend to date, Harry agrees. Because, it's only pretend, right? H/Hr. HBP.

If kissing Harry is spring, then kissing Ron must be autumn. H/Hr. Very slight R/Hr.

"What's this?" he asks, holding up the clipping and she blushes slightly. "Oh…that…It's…just…Nothing, really." H/Hr. Post-DH.

Part of her wants to go down there and start an old-fashioned girl fight at this, but she's glad when she remains calm. After all, they don't know what it's like to be pushed up against a wall by him and kissed. Post-DH. H/Hr.

All she can smell is him, all she can feel is his heartbeat against hers, his hair running through her fingers, his tongue in her mouth. And all her body can scream is 'finally.' H/Hr. Post-DH.

She wakes up in a cold sweat, chest heaving, eyes brimming with tears and wonders why the world is spinning. The nightmare flexes in her mind like a headache with a different sort of pain and all of the sudden she's surprised she can breathe. H/Hr.

The soft glow of his wedding band catches her eye as she stands and a familiar nervous feeling enters her stomach. It always amazes her how he can make her nervous after knowing him for 14 years. H/Hr. Post-DH.

Just as he's about to abandon all hope, the back door opens and she steps out into the night. He doesn't say anything, though, because the only words he's expecting from her must fit nicely in a break-up speech. Ginny/Draco. Post-DH.

He wasn't laughing now, though. Mostly because he hadn't expected to ever really been sleeping out on the couch. Draco/Ginny. Post-DH.

You want to tell her that, how one look at her sends you spinning, but you don't because her eyes are bloodshot and she hasn't been crying over you. HBP. H/Hr. Angst.