The Moulin Rouge… It was a night club, a bordello, a dance hall, a land full of all the pleasures of sin. It was a kind of nightly pleasure, where rich men and women came to play with the strange, beautiful creatures of the underworld. Among them was the man I loved. His name was Samuel, and he was a courtesan. And this is the story of how he died.

A plant called Exposén lands two people in a compromising position. Draco isn't necessarily displeased by the outcome.

It's Valentines Day, and after enduring a long song in an off key voice, Zander Maclelan has a repeat performance, Regulus surprises a lot of people, and popcorn is devoured. Sequel to Temper.

Regulus rarely loses his temper. But Zander Maclelan had done something REALLY stupid. Because the only one who gets to call Sirius a Blood-Traitor is him. Mentions of SBRL, and other entertaining if not polite at the dinner table things. Oneshot.

"You know," Neville said absently as the long blade etched a deep line down Draco's heaving chest, "I've always been good with blades…" Neville shows his darker side... a much darker side. Seventh year, could be DM/NL if you've got your slash goggles on.