Her original intention was to simply remove a memory charm. Never did she imagine meeting a cocky Aussie with a penchant for using odd slang. (PyroxHermione)

Paul was a bit nervous. It has been awhile since he's seen his mother and now he was finally coming over with an imprint to boot. *oneshot*

Hermione would deny it vehemently! She certainly did not have a type! Or did she?

Harry contemplates his life and how it has turned out after defeating Voldermort and what really makes a great wizard. He needs direction and Hermione has always been there to help him.

Re-post: Hermione is given free reign over a certain Slytherin and she finds that this Halloween is the perfect time to play a bit of dress up. It really wasn't her fault that he was a dead ringer for a gorgeous Goblin King... (a fun fic. absolutely OOC and a bit smutty so be warned)

Re-posted: Who knew that a skimpy scrap of lace could be so eye opening? Certainly not Harry Potter.