"You didn't love her. You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was just good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn't love her. Because you don't destroy the people you love."

Hello. My name is Oliver Wood. Welcome to Quidditch practice, although I hear the twins call it Boot Camp. Fitting name, don'tcha think? You can call me the Quidditch Nazi. I promise you: you don't play my my rules, and I'll make your life a living hell.

What happens when Katie can't sleep and Oliver shows her a hidden clearing in the Forbidden Forest? Well, Wood acting like a poet of course! Just a short little one-shot that doesn't even make that much sense. For Book-Mania-Girl520.

"Now go do something in the castle. Read a book, kiss a girl, or God forbid, DO YOUR HOMEWORK! Just don't bother us!" I was really hoping that maybe she listen and go away. I paused, and didn't hear any yelling. Maybe- "WHAT THE HELL, WOOD?"

I woke up with a start. What happened to the game? Who's the girl sitting next to me? I blinked. The pretty girl. I pinched myself, making sure I wasn't imagining her. "Who are you?" "Katie." "Do I know you?" "Nope. You got hit in the head." "What?"

Songfic- I'm thinking, I'm giving up on changing 'cause we both like the same things. After a bit, I realized that I don't need to change myself for a girl. I like who I am. And plus, we both like the same things. Quidditch, we have the same friends.

Quidditch players aren't easily scared, so they all want to know who the mastermind is that has them shaking in their boots. Too bad only one of them gets to find out who it is. Let the game begin.

Poems about HE. Read and guess who.

It didn't matter what was going on in his life. It didn't matter if it was life or death. For him, quidditch always comes first.

"Promise?" She asked, holding out her pinky. "I promise, Mummy." I said. She stood up and grabbed my hand. "Now... let's go home, sweetie." When you see a boy without his family, he seems kinda lonely.

Who knew embarrassment could come from one tiny shove?

"So I did the only logical thing. I jumped out of the boat. Of course I didn't say what it was about and she started yelling at me because I got her wet. I grabbed her hand and dragged her in too."

Lily Evans has had a hard life and it's all because of her blood. Whether it's because she's a witch or because she's muggle born, either way it's tough. People mess with her. People abandon her. But it's not her fault. It never was. It was their mistake.

Can charms and Study Hall bring Ginny to hope that there might be a chance with Harry?

At Fred's funeral, George gives a speech... another one-shot

Can a movie and poetry change Lily's view of James? Does Sirius help or make it worse? Can Lily play matchmaker when she can't even decide what she wants? A random one-shot

It's a one-shot and a songfic of some James' thinking about Lily while helping The Order of the Pheonix.