Draco Malfoy on love and on Cho Chang and how the two fit together for him.

Angelina married George, instead of Fred.

Draco Malfoy and Cho Chang are both a little lost. And it takes them to find each other to find themselves again. A love story, of sorts, that spans from the beginning of HBP to the end of HBP. And further? Perhaps. COMPLETE.

It isn't exactly an arranged marriage, more of a marriage of convenience. They've known each other for ages, their parents are friends, they inhabit the same small world. Yes, it works out well, Pansy Parkinson marrying Draco Malfoy.

“Just shush, Hermione,” he orders, “for once in your life, just shut up and cry.” RHr oneshot.

It's not the end, it's the beginning. Sort of. Draco Malfoy is dead, and Lucius Malfoy is alive. Sort of.

The end of Order of the Phoenix: from Cho's point of view. Starting from Harry and her's fight about Marietta, and the Quidditch Match, scene between her and Michael Corner, and the very last train scene.

His death left her shattered. So sometimes, when it gets too much, she goes there, to sit, and to think, to rant, to cry, to smile, and to remember how to live again. Mentioned CC.

An Epicly Bad Tale of Cho and Draco, in four acts...insanity reigns, blatant fanon is flaunted along with the injuries of many shippers...Draco is irritated that everybody thinks he's gay, Cho bakes...and what does Harry Winston have to do with it all?

Luna.

A light for other people, whether they realize it or not. Whether she realizes it or not. A mother muses on her child.

He makes me roll my eyes and he makes me want to strangle him, and yet, at the same time, he makes me want to sigh with the most lovesick sigh any teenage girl can muster up, and hug him till he is strangled. RHR

I convinced myself that our shortlived relationship was based on passion, lust, spontaneity, a need to rebel against anything. And maybe most of it was. And maybe most of it wasn’t I don’t know anymore, I don’t remember anymore. DG

I don’t turn off the lights anymore. They are always on, even in the day. My home is so full of lights; I don’t understand how I can still see shadows, still see darkness, amid the light. - Harry and his darkness. One shot, no plot.

There is a tapestry, in one of the many small rooms in my aunt Black’s house. It’s a very large tapestry and it was once a beautiful one. Well, I suppose you still call it beautiful, but it’s a very, very, very different type of beautiful.

And then, there’s Chang. The biggest cliché of all. Intelligent, pretty, untouchable widow, who’s gone out with every noble, chivalric guy you can possibly think of. So trust fate to throw her my way. DMCC oneshot.

“ And so,” I finished lamely, “ as crazy, and slightly stalkerish it sounds, I think you are my new inspiration.” Orla surveyed me, for a minute, her astonishingly light agate colored eyes not breaking contact with mine. Dean ThomasOrla Quirke.

Because, you know, it just makes me so angry sometimes, the irony of being. The irony of loving him, then losing him without so much as a warning, without a goodbye. The irony of loving him more now, when’s he gone, than when he was here.'HGRW

Significant, and not-so significant Harry Potter characters each muse on love. HermioneRon, Harry, Cho, Draco, etc.

Cedric Diggory was the closest thing to perfection I could ever hope to attain; perfect for me, perfect for each other, perfect everything. He alone knew when to make me smile, let me rant, or kiss me. And I didn't want to let go of that. A DMCCHP fic.

A multiple scenario fic about scenes that would really, really screw up the ending...plot bunnies courtesy of the They Were Drunk on Butterbeer thread at Accio Firebolt!