He sits begging for a smile to be brought to this beautiful face, for those big brown eyes to light up again, or even for her mouth to spew words of criticism in his direction. RHr

They wait in silence as they sink into one another, trying to drown themselves in their griefstricken, heartsick, euphoria. RHr, preDH!

DH SPOILERS! As they sit on the grassy hill, the aura of two connected souls tangling together beneath the moon, she knows that it will always be them as a pair, together, forever. RHr. Constructive Fluff.

Her way of doing this seems to be by ripping the daisies out of the ground furiously, ruining them in her haste. PostDH, PostWar grief fic. RHr. Fluff.

“We aren’t like everyone else. We have never been like anyone else!” Hermione ranted, “it has always been you and…” she stopped dead in her tracks, realization dawning on her. RHr.

One gloomy day years after the war, Hermione runs into Draco in a crowded book store, and is surprised several times over at what she discovers. Non-romantic Hermione & Draco. Mentions of romantic Hermione & Ron.

A magazine interview with Ron and Hermione when their relationship finally becomes public a year after the war has ended. Just a fun little piece because I've been reading too much Glamour this summer!

The small joyous moments she was able to share with him were tugged away from her faster than she had been tossed them, leaving her with nothing but small flashes of light that only accentuated the shades of black that engulfed her. RHr.

They fell in love, and they are always there for the other to talk to. Yet sometimes they don't always want to hear it, and sometimes they are more alike than they seem. RHr.

a collection of hp100 drabbles. And while she would sit and critique his paper he would sit and critique her. ALL RHr, extremly fluffy and short and sweet.

He knows she wants more, but more importantly she deserves more. RHr. drabble.

Why did this rain hold such a delicate meaning. short RHr [ONE SHOT] pretty and fluffy.

That was the night their hearts broke in two. That was the night he gave her half of his and she gave him the other half of hers. [ONESHOT]

A birthday, a plan, a man named Shakespeare, and two people who we all know are in love. RHr

She needed the love that came when her mother kissed her goodnight and unplugged the lights. [ONESHOT]

She wouldnt be able to sleep, he hadnt given her kiss yet, and he never would. RHr [ONESHOT for now]