A few moment pass silently, the only noise in the room made by her breathing. It’s a wonder what love can do to you. She’s sad, depressed even, while he, he’s probably happy that he doesn’t have to be a burden to her! COMPLETE.

Draco Malfoy has an incredible obsession with sugar. A full on obsession. Drabble, OOC Malfoy.

Followup to my story HLtW. Remus/Tonks complete with a drunk Sirius and even Kreacher join in on the party. Or not........

Sevans. Perhaps they wanted him to be alone, to reflect on what he had done and to feel remorse of his sins. So. This was death. This was hell. This was what they had felt he deserved. COMPLETE.

She found happiness with Harry.

Stuck in limbo, she looks down on Lily and Severus. COMPLETE.

That night, Draco Malfoy was lost to the world. That night he joined his wife in Heaven. COMPLETE.

But it was impossible to escape, and she had fallen so deep into the pit of darkness that nobody would be able to get her out. Sane women hated Voldemort. But she wasn’t sane. She wasn’t anything resembling sane. She was Bellatrix. COMPLETE.

Draco/Hermione. There are five things in the world you love the most. Her, with her broad smile, and her sparkling eyes, who looks at you like you’re the only one she wants to love, the one she wants to spend her whole life with. COMPLETE.

Still, as she lay down to her eternal slumber, it was on him that her last thought was wasted. She would love him forever. It was her destiny.

Written for the Alphabet Challenge on HPFFC. Draco glared at her. “I’m a very desirable man, y’know. You’re lucky I married you! I could have had the pick of the bunch, but I choose you.”

She casted one last glance back at her mutant niece and her werewolf husband, scoffing at the sight of them, before leaving the castle. It was just as well that they never got their happy ending.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel that Andromeda Tonks sounded much better than Andromeda Malfoy ever would. It shattered her heart into pieces, as fragile as diamonds, when he said he didn’t feel the same way.

She made no movement to stop him, didn’t call out, nothing. Just let him go, let him fly away like the sand slipping through her fingers. They didn’t, after all had been pondered over and thought constantly about, deserve a happy ending.

Hermione was his Eden. And he was going to do everything he could to make sure he would remain here, in her arms, forever.

He could not mess this up. Hermione was his tonight. And, hopefully, for forever.

The Dark Mark was a horrible thing, she decided, before rolling his sleeve down, and trying to sleep. His breath was hot on the exposed skin of her neck, and he smelt like whiskey.

Lavender isn't stupid, despite what they all say. She knows how to read the signs.

For the Seasons Challenge. The seasons might change, but their love would continue to grow.

For the Aboard the Love Boat Challenge. In a way, she was glad that he had been late. If he hadn’t, she never would have ducked into that store, and never would have found that parasol; that perfectly purple, delicate parasol.