Lady in red, that's what he called her sometimes. And all she really wanted to be was his perfect lady in red. And she would do anything to achieve that. rated 'T' as a safety precaution.

Being in the middle of something is never easy. Especially not when it means not being able to tell Ginny that Harry still loves her, though you correspond with him regularly. Ron finally decides that Harry has to make a choice. Tell Ginny the truth or...

Hermione lost a book. The kind that has limited to no plot and lots of swapping of saliva in it. And of course someone finds it. Rated M to be on the safe side

For years he had had to make do with his imagination, but finally the time had come that he could actually share his bed with her. She had fallen into his lap by chance and he was determined to get the most out of it, to not let any of her go to waste.

-I realize only too well that I wasn’t well loved among the general public. I had hexes thrown at me once in a while, but the simple fact that they were scared of me was something I was very proud of.- Then mrs. Norris walks into an unexpected situation.

Scorchmarks ran across his chest and blood was oozing from a deep gash on his temple. Who could have deserved to be treated like this? Who would have gotten himself in this much trouble? A gasp escaped her lips when she recognised those pale blue eyes.

The war was over and they had won, but it still ran their lives every day as if nothing had changed. That one fight, that one day, had left them all marked in their own ways. She was never the same. Never again Ginny Weasley.

I shouldn’t be feeling this. I shouldn’t allow myself this leeway. He doesn’t mean any of this. Not even those understanding smiles. It has to be part of the act. Pansy/Draco

“Why won’t you look at me...” he whispered. “I don’t...I can’t. If I look at you then...I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop.”

George is showing an interest in Hermione that no one expected but Fred. But one of George's old flames butts in and George has to make sure he doesn't make the wrong choice. Will there be another Weasley to look out for Hermione's feelings?

Ron writes her a letter while she is at the christmas party with McLaggen, a letter which shows he might know and feel more than he lets on. set in the middle of Halfblood Prince

Pansy writes Draco a letter, the only way she can make him face a truth he doesn't want to see.

A little accident in potions and now he's stuck to her like glue. And if you already can't get along normally, this much invading of personal space never does anyone good. Or does it? A sweet LilyJames fluff.

A little story about how Lily finally was convinced to go out with James. Fluffiness and Snivelly 'torturing' ensured. In other words, Maurauder style!

Do you really see who I am? Or something that you think I am? I’m not who I used to be, Ginny! I’m not that same schoolboy you had a crush on! I can’t be what you think I am, I can’t be just an image of what you think you need!”

With a small knot in her stomach she suddenly realised that running away from trouble was a family trait. To be honest, she had to admit that Michael had definitely been a way of running from her problem. And perhaps Dean was too.

I read enough books to know that it exists, this fluttering in your stomach. But it always sounded like an invented feeling to me. I never imagined that you really do feel butterflies haunting your body when you’re in love. A fic about Hermione's feeling

Hermione has a crush on Harry and vice versa. But an assignment goes wrong and she finds herself back in time to when the Marauders were still at Hogwarts. James notices her and seems to lose interest in Lily. But if that happens, then Harry won't be born

Ginny has been feeling restless lately and suddenly reaches a conclusion she isn't really content with. And she is sure that Dean won't like it either. But no one can choose their own emotions, can they.

She was tired and all her bones ached. She kept her face wooden so it wouldn’t betray her true feelings. All she wanted now was to return home. All she wanted now was her mother’s tea and to hear her brothers joke, but she dismissed this thought bitterly.