Sherlock isn't a genius or sociopath or consulting detective. He never has been. John flips his shit when he finds out.

'It's only when Captain Rogers loses his grip and falls the three thousand feet from the burning helicarrier they're on that the Soldier starts to remember.' And maybe by then it's too late.

'Remember what life was like before John Watson? Less pain, less hurt, less… heartbreak.'

'It's been two years and it hasn't stopped hurting. Not once. There are times when John marvels at how he's managed to make it this far without offing himself or everyone else around him because honestly, he doesn't see the point anymore.'

In which Sherlock is John's imaginary friend. But John doesn't know that.

"That was – um," Sherlock cleared his throat, looking away, "Very – erotic."

The Dark Lord holds regular Truth or Dare Death Eater meetings. Draco Malfoy is given a dare.

Closing his eyes as the welcoming surface rushed up to embrace him, Harry gave in and fell into sweet, dark oblivion.

'Music blared. Lights glared. People stared. Harry cared… NOT.' Rated T cause I'm paranoid.

I, DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY, do hereby make, publish and declare this to be my Last Will and Testament.

"Please… Harry… just – push – harder!" gasped Draco, eyes falling close as the burning sensation escalated to the degree of scorching.

Things go awry when a certain lab ferret is used to test out Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' latest line of feminine products, including one smitten Harry Potter.

A devious scheme is concocted in which Blaise seeks the conquest of Harry Potter, and Draco seeks revenge.

The war is over, but the Ministry cannot round up all the Death Eaters. It is a surprise when one literally shows up at its doorstep.

Draco is acting weird, and Harry is on the receiving end of it.

The final battle has commenced, and yet the outcome is unexpected. Neither party is declared victorious, and both Harry and Voldemort are not dead. Voldemort has taken Draco, and Harry is hurting.

Draco loves apples. Apples love Draco.

Harry and Draco get together against all odds, but the coming war is destined to tear them apart.

The war is over. Harry is trying to put it in the past, but stumbles upon a part of it he cannot bury.

Draco and Harry are about to die. Draco gets punished.