It wasn't anything serious, when it started. A relief of tension, a fleeting moment of pleasure, a mutually agreed-upon distraction from Head duties and four-foot essays and the goddamn war raging outside the castle. OR: friends with benefits is a great idea and there are never any feelings involved, obviously crossposted to AO3 (under lecornergirl)

You should have known it would come to this. You and her, you've done all the right things for all the wrong reasons, so it makes sense that you end up just blurting it out like this. "Because I fucking love you, okay?" She stares at you.

Lily and James's relationship as seen through a collection of vignettes in no particular order.

From the moment you realised it was happening, you were pretty sure it was going to be the death of you. Being friends with Lily Evans, that is. Which was why you felt like you'd swallowed a bucketful of ice when she said, one day, ever so casually, "So there's this boy…"

"Mr Potter," she says gently, almost apologetically. "I'm here about your wife." The blood in your veins turns to ice at the words your wife and your heart feels like it's plummeting down the stairwell of a thirteen-story building.

Seventh year. Lily starts considering the Marauders her friends, and she and James get closer and closer. The unthinkable happens. Rated T for safety. Slight A/U.

You're just about to fall asleep when you hear soft violin music drifting from the common room you share only with James Potter. It is precisely because of this fact that you think the music can't possibly be live – it has to be from a recording, because James Potter playing the violin? Not in this life.

Rose receives a love letter and asks Scorpius to help her respond to it. fluff.

Rose tells Scorpius all the things she should have told him a long time ago, but it's too late.

The turning points of Rose and Scorpius's relationship are always marked by tears. Pure fluff.

Rose/Scorpius fluff, in which Rose sings and Scorpius has an odd obsession with an orange.

Come to think of it, you don't really know how you end up lying on the couch in the Gryffindor Common Room, half on top of James Potter and half squashed between him and the backrest, but nevertheless that's where you find yourself.

A fluffy oneshot in which Rose and Scorpius fight and make up.

He walked out, leaving me contemplating the various pros and cons of flying lessons from James Potter. Like, say, sitting in front of him on a small-ish broomstick. Did I really just think that? Crap. It's going to be a long three weeks.

Lily thought it would be a normal bad hair day - nothing more, nothing less. Lily was very wrong; very wrong indeed.

Rose's and Scorpius's relationship truly begins with a request to borrow a quill... where will it end? Epistolary. Rated for swearing.

A new song for the Sorting Hat, consisting of six limericks. Originally written for an FB page's contest, but I liked how it turned out, so I thought I might as well put it up.

in which A is a slightly tipsy James, B is the bright idea of going sledding and C is some ridiculously adorable fluff.

Lily and James are patrolling the corridors after curfew when Lily has an epiphany. A short Lily/James oneshot experimenting with writing in the second person.