"Well, hello there, beautiful!" Hermione whirled around, her face red with exertion, and the canvas swayed at her sudden movement. She yelled out in terror as the canvas toppled towards the man and tried to steady it as best as she could.

"Tell me again why you're against love," she said, walking right behind him. "Even salt and pepper shakers come in pairs, and you know why? Because there's love everywhere. Love's the only thing free in this expensive world. Love gives you the joy to live, determination to fight, and hope for the future. It transcends any religion or boundary. It's just... love."

He had trained so hard to join the academy, and Marcus wondered if he had made a big mistake. If he couldn't even hit the ball once, what was the point of staying at the academy? His family would be so disappointed in him. He imagined what his mother would say to him if she were alive, but he just couldn't bear to think of her crestfallen expression.

"Mate, why do you look like a centaur with antlers?" Sirius asked, bewildered at James' half-transformation. James' torso was human, but his backside was stuck in his Animagus form — yet, he still had his antlers.

Warning: SMUT! Antonin turned around and almost choked on his spit. Hermione stood in the doorway dressed in a short silken chemise with thin straps. Her arms were awkwardly wrapped around her waist, which caused Antonin's eyes to fall to her cleavage. He had never seen her wear something so small before, but he was already rock-hard at the sight.

"He's the terrible friend for taking advantage of you. Tell you what? As an experiment — I know you like those — why don't you go up to Weasley and ask him for some of his... chocolates? Yeah, chocolates will work. Go ask him for some chocolate. If he starts whining about how those are his last sweets and whatnot, you'll concede that you were wrong."

He just couldn't stop touching her; it had taken all of his strength to step out of her tent a few minutes before she had woken up. He hadn't left her side ever since he had captured her in Strathspey the previous night, but he knew he needed to manipulate her into staying. She would be his perfect mate, but he had to show it to her. Warning: dub-con, death, gen-gap, swears.

As the years passed, the feeling that he was unwelcome around his family began to prick at Percy's subconscious. It was a terrible feeling; it gave him a sinking feeling in his gut and made him feel depressed. They didn't do anything specific to make him feel like he was unwanted, but the feeling still niggled at him.

Fortunately, Luna rarely baked cakes, but when she did, it was always a terrible idea to eat her baked 'treat' without a few dozen Poison Antidotes and an unoccupied toilet around — like Ron had once been unlucky enough to go through. And because Ron loved her so much, he refused to ever tell her the truth that she was a terrible baker.

When Regulus caught sight of the title, he looked even more bewildered. "Why are you reading a book about British Sign Language?" Rabastan sighed and dropped his head into his palms. "It's for… Hermione."

Luna noticed Hermione's magic had changed to silver-and orange, and a slow smile spread on her face. Not bothering to say anything as she was sure Hermione and Remus would like to confirm their news later, Luna strolled over to Hermione's side with her cup of Butterbeer in her hand.

Hermione pulled out her wand from her pocket and twirled it in between her fingers. "Have you tried to cast a Patronus before?" "No… Why?" "Why don't you try it? I have a very good feeling you can make a corporeal Patronus," Granger said, waving her wand around in circles. "Watch."

Viktor Krum was an enigma, and Luna wanted to learn more about him, but there was only one problem. He was a daring skateboarder, while Luna did ballet in her free time. They lived worlds apart, and Luna wondered if she was brave enough of venturing out in his world.

"It's Neville…" Harry trailed off when he saw the worried look in Hermione's eyes. "No, don't worry, he's alright — he's not in any immediate danger. It's just that he's pulling all-nighters to study for the OWLs, and we're worried he's under a lot of stress." "He's not studying — he's turning into you. Just check up on him, will you? Maybe he'll listen to you."

"I was just suggesting that Prongs could try some trust exercises with the children. That would let them become friends and they'll be better at playing Quidditch together," Remus said.

Peter looked back at his daughter and murmured, "Do you know, baby, Mummy's a time-traveller? Isn't that cool? She's from the future!" AU! Good!Peter

"Don't touch her!" Harry's instincts demanded he protect the little girl from harm, and it overwhelmed him. When one of the boys cheekily yanked on the brunette's curls and made her cry out in pain, Harry screamed and attacked.

The moment they flew in the air, Fred and George yelled in unison, "We're going to be the Bludgers!" "You're what?" Percy screamed, but he was too late. Fred and George roared as they soared straight towards Percy, who screamed as he flew in the opposite direction. Bill and Charlie burst into guffaws as Fred and George chased Percy through the air.

To most of the Gryffindors' amusement, Blaise's only ambition was to be the bravest of them all. Oh, the irony!

Theo stared at her name on his notepad and wondered if his decision was right. He did wish to steal from the infamous Gryffindor, but was the eternal glory worth the emotional pain? Blaise interrupted his musings. "Theo, mate, what do you want to do? Theo made up his mind and said to the driver, "Gloucester Road, South Kensington." Did he make the right decision? Muggle AU.