Caught in her web like every other victim. She loved to see them squirm, to beg for death. This one wasn't. This one had something up his sleeve. Wether it would work or not was up for debate.

What else was one to do when their heart ached? Saying the name of the person you love is suppose to be a comfort.

Sixth year was nearing to a close but the two still needed to keep away from prying eyes. To keep their relationship on a need-to-know basis. That didn't involve any friends.

When it comes to the vocation of hunting dark wizards one never gets a holiday break. That's why you have to come up with your own holiday spirit on the job.

First rule of the Lestrange House: don't bite.

The dark clouds rising up thin out the farther they go, leaving trails of smoke in the air.

The knowledge of being owned is one thing. Actually feeling the leather around his throat is an entirely different thrill. Mini-sequel to Kiss of the Witch

A collection of drabbles featuring unusual pairings.

An agreement, you say?

This could be a mistake, but each time she sees him she feels drawn like a moth to a flame.

"It's okay not to be okay."

It's a promise that she hadn't agreed to, but can't forget.

Each scale is like a facet of a diamond, glittering in shades of light green and bright blue.

One by one they will be hidden, behind an opaque scale of the amaranthine serpent. Drabble series.

Maybe hiring Al wasn't such a good idea.

A collection of stories centered on Barty/Hermione.

"And you pick from a list of backgrounds to appear in the photo. Like the Eiffel Tower- Or the front cover of a magazine..."

She was a complete mystery to him. Even so he would keep her close, encased in ice. No one would tear her from him.

They fell around him like a cocoon every night, shielding him from the world with strong red wings.

Even a dragon kneels before a witch.