It took him many years to realize it, but he did get many kisses from many people in his life. His father had given him one, right when he was born. His mother had given him countless kisses when he was young. Even Lily had given him a kiss.

He was getting married to a young woman who decided to inform him on a daily basis of the unnaturally large number of wackspurts that apparently occupied his residence . Or he would be, if he could get through his damned bachelor party.

Roughly thirty-two seconds into the kiss, logic returned to Hermione causing her to pull away, slap Blaise with all her might, and flounce off down the hall trying her very best to ignore the pleasurable tingle that still remained in her lips.

Parvati got into multiple arguments with him. Zabini was extraordinarily haughty, and Parvati had absolutely no patience for the wizard. The little disagreements that the two got into could never be called fights, they were much too petty for that.

Am I going to die today? Am I going to die without fulfilling my last duty to Dumbledore? I did not want to die this way. Not this soon, not now, not when there actually is a light at the end of the tunnel... I want to live! Mild language.

Ah, my cousin. The same laugh he gave, just before I killed him. And now I… The last deranged moments of Bellatrix Lestrange. Onesided Bella/Voldemort romance hint. Major Character Bashing from a Bellatrix POV. whisperasweknowit's late birthday fic

She was the very first to pull her baby into a bone-crushing embrace that would put Hagrid to shame. And she was the very first to get tears all over her daughter's new graduation dress robes.

She was completely, utterly, totally spellbound by him – the tall, graceful, fashion-challenged wizard that her parents would never approve of.

She ran over him with her car. Now she's stuck caring for him, unless she wants to explain their situation to the Muggle authorities. She knew he would never let her live that down. Hermione/Draco. WIP. AU.

She was dead. He was in denial. All he could do was lie in his bed and count sheep as he tried to ignore her face.