"Harry, I'm not mad at you," Ginny said. "I simply mean to have the best Quidditch team."

"It's just that you don't really know for sure, do you?" Harry asked. "I mean, maybe Parkinson didn't mean anything by saying that, um —" "That Malfoy has an excellent gaydar?"

The door opened with a click to reveal a room which was largely empty, except for two figures which looked up as they entered: Ron Weasley and a robot.

Severus was sure his students would appreciate something new and fun to brew. How could it possibly go wrong?

"Get out," she said, her eyes catching the moonlight and flashing a dangerous green.

"Action Comics," the title read in large, bright blue font, and below it in a little box was printed: In this issue, another thrilling adventure of Superman!

Hermione really should have been watching how many mimosas Ginny had drunk.

No, this was the last crescent moon he'd ever see at Hogwarts, and soon it would be the last full moon, the last day of class, the last train ride, the last day with Sirius…

Over the next few weeks, pretty much everyone who had fought in the Final Battle and come back to Hogwarts at some point ended up in the clearing to find some rest in the trees.

"The Queen has a talking mirror," she whispered, "that she speaks to almost every night. She asks it who is the fairest in the land, and it has always named the Queen — until last night."

Draco's gun was out, trigger pulled, and Yaxley dead before the next word had a chance to leave his mouth... **WARNING for implied attempted rape**

A young man lay sleeping on the bed. Dark, curly hair reached his shoulders, and Remus was sure his face was made for laughter and smiles.

Molly finds her, at last, facing down her only daughter, and then she bites spells off with raging fury, holding nothing back.

"Charlie," Draco called calmly, staying very, very still on his broom. He didn't know the first thing about dragon-taming, but he suspected that sudden movements were probably a bad idea.

Don't mind me, I'm just scribbling away over here.

She wasn't even sure when she had started to like him as more than a friend; the beginnings were vague, like a dream she couldn't quite place.

In which Harry gets new glasses. And a date.

Draco just needed to see what he was missing, that was all.

Abraxas Malfoy (thirteen today) was heartbroken.

Regulus leaned forward, desperately, his robes nearly touching the water.