A birthday story for my sister. It's Dramione if you look sideways at it, but it's more about how light gets into your life. It isn't my light, but I love basking in it.

It's a holiday story. Not my forest, just lighting random trees.

Hermione is caught up in the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort. Her childhood is in ruins. She makes allies out of enemies to help her save Harry and gets caught up in something she never imagined possible. Again, not my snow, just my snowman.

My offering for Tomione Day. I plan to finish it on that day. I hope you enjoy it. Later chapters will earn the M rating. Not my sandbox, I just like rearranging the grains in my own designs.

It's all about love. I was inspired to write this by Chanelblanc. I hope you all enjoy it. It isn't my leaf pile, but I am still jumping in it.

This is one of those stories that grabbed me by the throat. Billie Holiday was playing, and I couldn't stop typing. It was supposed to be a story about a ball. It turned into something of a monster. I hope you enjoy it. This is not my pile of leaves, I just love jumping in it.

Hermione decides to move on with her life and explore her heritage as a witch. She winds up with a bit more than she hoped to find, but maybe it's just what she needs. This isn't my world and the characters are not mine. I'm just playing in another's sandbox. Special thanks to the best beta, Sneaky-teaky. Any mistakes are my own. She really tried to reign me in.

When my sister is under the weather and needs a Dramione fix, I do my best to deliver. It isn't chicken soup or tacos, but I hope you like it. Not my kitchen, I'm just cooking in it.

A moment of magical transcendence changes the destinies of many. I wanted to write one that was quite different. This has been floating around waiting for me to put it out there. Not my sandbox, I just like playing in it.

A tale of storms and bubbles and what happens there. It's not my beach, I'm just building sand castles on it.

This was supposed to be a one shot for my darling, Omslagspapper. Then the plot bunnies grabbed me. They've held me down and forced a few more chapters into the story. It's all about young Riddle finding something better than world domination. (not my sandbox, but I love playing in it)

Theo, Hermione, fairy tales, and magic. It's not my field of snow, but I do love to make snow angels.

Despite the title this story is brought to you by the overzealous auto correct and the odd text conversations that erupt between Trinkisme and myself. Wood goo, woo hoo! It's another post war jaunt. It's not my sand box.

Ron and Harry show up the morning after Hermione's birthday party, but they're the ones in for a surprise. It's not my sandbox, but it's so much fun playing there.

"Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend." -Martin Luther King Jr. Not my sand box, just playing.

He was a married man with a baby on the way when he realized his mistake. He honored his promises despite it all. What happens when his world shifts? What happens when doing the right thing fails? Not my sand box, but I do love playing in it.

This entire story was inspired by an umbrella. It's been sitting about waiting for me to figure out that it was finished. I hope you enjoy it. It isn't my sandbox, but I like to play in it.

I wrote this for the sister of my heart. I hope it puts a smile on her face and brings some sunshine to a grey day. It's a little bit of Dramione fun. Not my sandbox, but the beach is entirely drawn from my imagination.

A little Dramione one shot. There's not much plot, but I hope you enjoy it. It is, as ever, not my sandbox. "Dance me into the night Underneath the moon shining so bright Let the dark waltz begin Oh let me wheel - let me spin Let it take me again Turning me into the light"

A quick one shot that I wrote for Trinka Belle. There's a wedding. Draco and Hermione kiss. All the usual disclaimers apply.