...“Soooo, Alby. Still ‘fraid of bein’ put in Slytherin?” Asked James Potter from the doorway of his little brother’s... This story takes palce after the last HP book's epilogue and will hopefully be the first of many oneshots to come from my brain.

Draco makes a list of what not-to-do when his wife is preggers: 20 Do NOT let her find this list...if she does - and the bloody damned woman will - be prepared to waver all rights to naming the first child.

ScorpRose. R&R? Thanks! COMPLETE: James gets into some trouble with Rosie, so he writes her a letter - and a list - with the unknowing help of his other best mate.

MISSING: The eldest son of the "BoyWhoLived," the daughter of the smartest witch of our time, & the son of one of the richest men in the wizarding world. They'd borded the train home, yet never arrived. It was as if they'd gone up in smoke. R&R? RW/SM

"And then Rose was muttering, 'Oh God' for a whole different reason than before. The door to the Room of Requirement was open. They were practically naked. And there stood her Uncle Neville." A story in which Rose and Scorpius are discovered in an compromising situation, and forced to write letters home explaining.

They were supposed to be hated enemies - so how is it that she wound up in this position? Trapped against the stone wall, her arms holding onto him like a lifeline.. talk about being stuck between a rock and a 'hard' place. Rose/Scorp, oneshot.

Rose/Scorp: Scorpius tells about all the annoying qualities one particular girl has. Even with her thorn ridden personality, he can't help but love her...after all, she's his Rose, and "By Any Other Name" she'll always smell as sweet to him. R&R? Thanks!

Rose/Scorp: Rose Weasley is tired of the overprotective men in her life..."Malfoy! Get your bloody hands off my daughter!"...but that doesn't mean she's stopped loving them. - R&R? Thanks ;D

"Suck my—" She tutted at him and moved her hand so that three fingers covered his mouth, putting an end to his rant mid spew. "Frankly, that's exactly what I'd like to do," oh Merlin, now she'd done it, "and if you'd just quit moaning about maybe we could actually get to that part of the evening?" (a prelude to P.S. Please Don't Disown Me)