This time it was he who chuckled. Belatedly Hermione realised that his hand was still caught in her hair, so now that she had turned her head he was closer. Too close for comfort. First in my TNHG Collection. Mild Smut.

He could give her endless pleasure, make sure that she accomplished her dreams, heck, he'd even to hunting with her for those creatures she seemed to endlessly blather on about. But he couldn't do any of that until she noticed him. Blaise/Luna smut.

"...What makes you think I'd be any different?" Hermione stared at Draco, his eyes filled with anguish. She cupped his cheek, running her fingers along his face before whispering her reply. DMHG Drabble about believing somebody can be different.

The couple who were standing on the doorstep, however, hadn't noticed that he had opened the door, so lost were they in their banter. CWHG Drabble.

"You should've made the other choice at the crossroads. You chose the wrong path, now live with the consequences." TNHG Drabble.

"Well well, what have we here?" His voice was husky with lust, and his eyes kept her pinned to the chair. Hermione gulped, her heart racing. "Seems like little Miss Innocent has been up to something forbidden..." Final part in the Venture Trilogy. DMHG.

"Come now Granger, you remember what happened last time don't you? I got you to call out my name, didn't I? Now, you can either be difficult, and make this a struggle... or you can relax, and let me please you." 2nd in the Venture Trilogy. Dramione lemon.

Hermione shook her head in denial, and he laughed quietly, breath fanning over her ear. "You want this. Stop battling with your mind Granger, and succumb to your body's desires…" Dramione Lemonade. First in the Trilogy.

The evenness of his tone coupled with the darkness swirling around him frayed her nerves even more. She could see the concentration in his face – the locked muscles in his jaw; his gritted teeth; his predatory tread. He was furious. Dramione Drabble.

He wanted to know whether she was ready for another relationship. Hermione bit her lip. She was nervous. Was she ready to put her heart and body on the line again, after it had been truly smashed? Reference to abuse. Dramione Drabble.

“Because you’re my refuge! I can’t not have a refuge! A safe place to be after all the dark things that happen… I don’t tell you everything because it would tarnish you! How could I be protecting you by telling you the horrific things that happen!” RWPP.

He released a breath harshly when the cool nighttime air hit him at full force, soothing away his stress. He raised his head to watch the stars, and was oblivious to the light footsteps that came up behind him. Neville/Parvati ONESHOT.

“Hermione! Wait!” His voice bordered on desperation; arms reaching out into thin air; tears fell down his cheeks, burning a path down his body. Still he continued to run, not even contemplating the possibility that he would lose sight of her. DMHG Oneshot

Written for Qoheleth's Malachy O'More challenge. - He stood tall and proud, his eyes watching her still. She stepped backwards as he yawned, and it was her turn to duck as one of his arms swiped at her. She glared at him playfully. BZHG ONESHOT.

If she was with his younger brother though, then that was okay. He could live with that. It would make Ron happy. George sighed. Who was he kidding? She looked absolutely gorgeous. That’s the only reason why he was attracted to her. Honest. GWLL Drabble.

She’d done it. For once in her life, she’d done it. She’d made him speechless. He stood there, gaping at her with his eyes wide at what she had just said. He snapped out of his reverie and shook his head furiously. FWHG Drabble

...and she was struck by the colour of his eyes. Liquid mercury that swirled into molten steel. And she knew what that look meant. She backed away. He pressed ever closer, that intriguing smirk on his face. Dramione Drabble.

He wished that everything could run smoothly for them, that people could simply stop the prejudice and leave them alone. But alas, it was not to be. Harry/Pansy. Post-Hogwarts

Fear: the twisted emotion that was unveiling itself in her throat; uncoiling like a slippery serpent that has spotted it’s prey, and is rearing up to strike. 4th in my Quote Series.