Short drabble. I hate this feeling of awkwardness that I have. I'm supposed to be confident, selfassured. I'm not the awkward type I'm just not that.

AU. He was hidden in the shadows, watching her intently. Ladies and gentlemen, the corniest and weirdest fic you'll ever read is here! :p

She thought of him as unpredictable. Wild, fierce, reckless. It wasn't as if she could help it – that was how she saw him.

I had fallen in love with the oddest girl that ever lived.

Hermione ponders about Ron.

Sequel to The Glass Princess. People saw him as freaky.

She was locked in. Locked in a glass house of her own making.

Love? Pah! Why would I use it? He scoffed. It's useless. It brings nothing but pain and misery. It cares about no one but itself. I hate love. It failed me when I needed it most. She looked at him hopelessly.

I can still remember as if it were yesterday. The day where I had to leave everything I knew behind me – and forget it. I had to forget you.

Harry reflects on his relationship with Hermione over the past seven years. My response to a challenge made over at the Harry x Hermione ficathon.