"Are you asking me to marry you, James?" she asked trying hard to keep the shock out of her voice. It was hard to say in a room so dark, but it looked like James' face was getting red, even redder than Lily's hair. "Well", he said, then cleared his throat. "I don't know – I mean... yeah. Yeah, I guess I am."

"It'll take some time, but I know that I can find where I belong, and I'll find it in a song." Basically Percy has a band, but I will be focusing on the relationships inside the band, not so much the music career. AU.

"After seeing him in that coffee shop during lunch hour she knew this was going to happen. His eyes had told her everything. So when he was on her door right after he got off work, it wasn't an accident she wasn't wearing a shirt over her black bra." AU.

The blond curls were a bit longer than they used to be back when they were teenagers, she was a little taller and looked a tiny bit worn out (it was Thursday, after all, and she'd had a long week at work), but she was still just as stunning as all those years ago, if not even more so.

How could this happen? She was the head girl, she was conscientious and exemplary and virtuous and certainly not shagging James Potter.

"They won't get you. I won't let them hurt you. I will fight, and I will protect you and keep you safe or die when trying." The lyrics are from ABBA's Fernando.

"Oh come on", Trace usually says, "haven't I told you two to love your mellifluousness for the time you two are alone? It's been like, what, five months now, haven't you had enough of each other by now?"

"Yes, I would like to go to Hogsmeade with her. Yes, I want to ask her on a date. Yes, I want to snog here like no tomorrow and scream ROSE JEAN WEASLEY IS MINE, BACK OFF YOU LOSERS! But there's a good reason I'm NOT doing that, so why on Earth did I just ask her out!" My first story in English, please read and review.