Prompt: Harry thinks of why Ron was the one in the lake and not Hermione, after the Second Task.

Ours is a quiet love, by the dark shade of midnight.

A series of journal entries throughout the years.

It wasn't the same without Ron.

Harry's hands are shaking as he dials the number on his telephone. The coiling white wire is slipping off of the nightstand, right next to the bottle of empty pills. What had he done?

With the end of the war, came a new beginning. But Draco and Harry's relationship had changed in a way that no one, not even the boys themselves, could put their finger on.

(Soulmate AU - You're born seeing colour, but when your soulmate passes away, everything turns black and white) For years, Harry Potter had thought that Ginny Weasley was his soulmate. That is, until Draco Malfoy died.

The biting, cool metal of the dagger seems to pierce against the soft skin of Harry's palms, crimson staining the silver. Harry almost laughed too, when Draco's grip on him grew slack. Harry hated him. Oh, he loathed him. The bond they shared over something as horrid as two boys locked in a dark closet, primary-coloured boards flashing against the windows.

During the beginning and end of their relationship, Harry tasted red.

Family is everything.

All my ideas for Drarry one-shots are coming here.

The first trial of the TriWizard Tournament approaches near, the Champion Reading. Harry Potter was, by no means, an ordinary boy, but this one really takes the cake.

He knew it was a mistake to call the number, but he just had to talk to somebody.

Harry had fallen in love four times at Hogwarts.

Ron couldn't handle it anymore. He was slowly losing his mind. He couldn't do this without Harry.

Ginny never showed up to their date.

Sirius Black has a talk with Harry during the summer before Harry's sixth year.