He pauses and Dean feels that enormous moon in the sky as if it's there just for them, feels the weight of summer heat heavy on his skin. Cas looks down, then peers back up at Dean with those damn blue eyes and says simply, "My eyes are the only thing I don't want to take off of you."

"You just can't help yourself," he began, leaning into her neck, his voice hot against her skin, "You have to be right." She curled into him ever so slightly. "I don't have to be," she muttered, eyes still closed, "But I always am." A Hermione/Sirius tale of frustration, flirtation and intellect.

Short little fluff, nothing more to it. Hermione has a slip of the tongue and Sirus and Remus pay for it. SLASH, not your thing, not your thing. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Short little OliverCharlie flufflet. Some twincest undertones strongly implied. And cursing and all over good happy notfamilyfun..... Cheers and Happy Holidays.......

It's only when he's stoned and lying in the grass listening to his sister's truths , does Dean realize he's in love. But what does that even mean. Warnings: Slash if you don't like then don't read. Duh drug references......

Because in his mind, he's never been Harry, in his mind, demons never die, and he just can't stay away from the Potter boys. Warnings: Slash, underage, swearing, crude language, graphic sex....

In the end it's Sirius who figures it out. In the end, no one can deny that Light is indeed drawn to dark. Sirius is only an observer, in a calm world of utter chaos. But he doesn't mind. Slash. RL/SB, HP/DM, SF/BZ, GW/ DT....

The bloody diary was to fault, really. But now he's back, no rhyme of reason, and Hermione can't make heads nor tails of it.

Hermione is stuck at Grimwalud Place with a bunch of perverted teenage boys. Well they're acting like teenagers. She just falls for the one that isn't. She blames the twins. Eventual SB/HG. Warnings: SLASH Language,dirty jokes Rating for later chapter

Semi Pirates of the Caribbean x Harry Potter. They had no choice in coming here, and now, with magic that spans almost half a millenium, they must work along side their new found friends to get home. Only problem is one person. SB/OC RL/ OC.

As the War rages around them, and the final battles grow ever closer, the members of the order must make the decision of who and what is worth dying for, and how much of their childhoods must be left behind.

"'What's wrong with professors' she shot back, knowing she was treading into dangerous territory, knowing that the look in Teddy's eyes was one never before directed at her. "It's a common enough fantasy." Teddy stood and she couldn't mistake the bulge behind his dark jeans, and Victoire knew that she would have to take the leap tonight or she would never get the chance."

"Oh, Miss Fisher," she positively frozen when she heard her name, afraid that he'd woken to find her watching him sleeping, even more afraid that he hadn't. And then, in a tone of voice she had never heard Inspector Detector Jack Robinson use in all the time she had known him, a hungry growl, a husky, desperate demand, he said, "call me Inspector."

"And you're jealous of my bike," he began, the twitch of his lips, the sinful look in his devilish eyes, the lazy confident look of a rebel aristocrat, all proving a dangerous combination when he said, "Because you'd love to have me riding you all night long." (T for now, rating will go up.)

Teddy proves it's most definitely not her.

"Yes, Victoire thought, I'm afraid I'll jump you right now, actually. She tried to keep her traitorous mind from going there, from finishing all their cozy late night reading sessions with wild bouts of lovemaking, from bringing their pillow fights and fort making rainy afternoons to heady climaxes in desperate movement."'

"In one last goading attempt to stay in control Hermione whispered to the room ablaze with sexual tension and fervor. 'What are you waiting for'"

"Surely he hadn't heard her properly. There was no way that those words had slipped from her mouth, the sinfully distracting lilt of superiority complex nowhere the be found, the bold confidence which usually accompanied their conversation, gone from that singular sentence, which Sirius swore he misheard." A motorcycle love story.

In which the Weasley siblings talk about their love lives and the loves of their lives.

It was a mutual frustration. He teased, she flirted, and in the end they were both left panting, wanting and alone. CW/HG