"You laugh, but it sounds clogged. How strange this all is. 'Delphine,' is all you say. You hold out your hand. She takes it in hers; warm, calloused. Rough but comforting and she holds yours tightly and you really hope you're not dreaming again- 'Not to sound cheesy,' she says, 'but have I seen you in my dreams'" / oneshot

"The sound of Cosima's breath, clear and strong, was intoxicating to hear and Delphine pressed her ear to the other woman's chest to better listen. She was pleased to also hear Cosima's heartbeat, healthy and thriving." / oneshot

"Cosima will feel hot whenever she's around the other woman. She will be sure that the snow is melting right under her boots. She won't say anything, though, because what if Delphine turns out to not be gay? Delphine's heart will flutter whenever Cosima smiles, but she won't say anything because she's never considered bisexuality before." / oneshot

"'Even the most terrible scars can be healed,' she tells you, and in her eyes you can see her soul. And that is the moment you realize that Cosima Niehaus is an entirely different kind of special." / oneshot

"Dear you, Today I first saw you. You're in my Biology lecture. We sit next to each other. I'm not sure if you remember. Anyways, I just wanted you to know I think you are lovely. Like a rose. Shit. That's shitty. Sorry, English is not my first language." / oneshot

"1. Your name is Delphine Cormier, and you are very, very old." / oneshot

Cosima and Delphine go to a music festival. /oneshot

"You kiss her with ferocity, anger, fire. You hold her face in your hands and your thumbs press into her cheeks hard enough to bruise but you can't stop yourself. She reaches for your shirt, begins to tug. She rips it over your head unceremoniously and grabs your hips, hard." / oneshot

"One hour into the excursion and the children are begging for s'mores. You watch with a certain fondness as Alison and Sarah interact with their children. Sarah holds Kira in her lap and laughs at the girl when she gets marshmallow all over her face. Alison runs a hand up and down her son's back; the other arm holds her daughter close." / oneshot

""We are very, very lucky." Aaron chooses this moment to tune into the conversation and begins to yell "Lucky! Lucky!" in his excitement. You smile at her. She smiles at you, then turns to charge at your son. He squeals, letting her lift him in her arms and yell "Yes! So lucky to have our boy!" before kissing him hard on the side of his head." / oneshot

"She is beautiful; ethereal, almost. Her brown hair twisted into dreads, dark eyes framed by cat-eye spectacles. She is wearing some flowy article of flower-print clothing draped over her graceful body. She grins at you." / oneshot

"The lines of her jaw, the tumble of hair that she's constantly trying to coax behind her ear. The mole just below her collar bones. It all fascinates you to no end and you'd really rather be looking at her beneath the lens of a microscope than at the stages of mitosis." / oneshot

"You take your break five minutes before it's meant to happen. You sit on an old wooden bench outside the hospital and try to breathe evenly. You bounce your legs and fiddle with the hem of your shirt and look anywhere but at the digital numbers counting down to your fate." / oneshot

"As you fix yourself a bowl, you can't help but think how very domestic this all is. A lazy Sunday spent relaxing. Granted, the weed and video games aren't necessarily the norm, but it gives you a warm feeling all the same." / oneshot

Hermione relives her torture. Ron comforts her as best he can. R/Hr, Post-Deathly Hallows