Sherlock needs to know. He must know. He has to know! However, perhaps he could have gone about it in a less...permanently scarring way. In which Sherlock steals Mycroft's phone and gets quite the salacious surprise.

Sherlock breaks into Mycroft's house in the middle of the night and is greeted by Lestrade. Madness ensues.

Mycroft Holmes is not one to frequent bars. Or to go home with the utterly charming punk who isn't at all what he first appears to be. However, he is incredibly glad that he did.

Hermione Granger is in uni, and lives with Draco and Ginny. What will happen when she has to do a project at Malfoy Manor? Will she succumb to the charms of Lucius Malfoy? And what will happen if she does? My first fic.

"Would it be alright if we...just for tonight I mean, if we could just..." "Lay here? Of course we can, love. Whatever you need." A tale of insecurity, self-degradation, acceptance, and love.

This is a gift for a wonderful friend of mine, who requested a fluffy, love-filled Remadora oneshot to take her mind off our exams.