Hermione and her husband are having a little bit of trouble picking out baby names. Drabble. Slightly inappropriate..

Draco realizes that there is nothing for him as a Death Eater, and therefore seeks Dumbledore's help. He finds that he is vindicated, and with that, he gains hope for the light side. [Songfic][Oneshot]

Oh dear, was that a firework? And where have Snivellus's pants gone? Be careful, or they might turn your hair green! Those darn Marauders are always causing trouble! Four of them are bad enough, but what happens when a fifth one is added into the mix?

"It was seven years, seven summers of watching you, pining after you, and loving you, all for nothing. And five years later, here you are... still not one bit in love with me too." Unrequited love at its finest, divided into nine parts.

Sometimes, being thrust into a previous era is a lot like reading a book; no matter how well you think you are following the storyline, you can never quite know how it will end.

Nothing but tragedy had come from the Final Battle, not even when Harry and Hermione had been hurtled into the past. But Tom Riddle changes things, and finally, Hermione could tell that she would be seeing sunny skies again. Finished in 2006, may edit.

And Harry? He was never the Boy Who Lived. No, he was the Boy Who's Been Dead All Along. After all, you can't be alive if you've lived nothing but death.

Holy Pants of Ravenclaw! If I had known that Muggles could do this I wouldn't have gone on about Purebloods so much!

And with such a thought, Hermione felt more determined than ever. She was going to make sure she finally did what she had wanted to do for months. She would tell him tomorrow.

“And what better way to get to know me than a nice scoop of butter pecan topped with caramel and those cute little rainbow sprinkles in a fudgedipped waffle cone, eh?”

She choked back a sob – for much different reasons than the rest of them could ever suspect – and closed her eyes. Behind her eyelids, she saw an image of Severus kneeling before her, holding out a ring and inviting her to become Mrs. Severus Snape.

And suddenly, six years of hating each other had disappeared, as though they were meeting for the first time. Deep sienna met chilling silver, and in that moment, there was no battle, there was no bloodshed. There was only him, and there was only her.

I bet you never knew these things about Severus Snape.

In her mind, she could still see the clash of colors in the Department of Mysteries, the terrible beauty of the bright green flash approaching Sirius, who was the one person that she had ever truly loved.

'I thought you wanted your sketchbook back,' he whispered, breathing hard on her neck. 'You're not being persuasive enough, Granger.' HGBZ.

He was stuck, trapped, invisible and she was free, young, alive.

What aroused her the most was that she could clearly smell a bouquet of peppermints.

Ron fancies Hermione. Ron gets mad at Hermione. Ron snogs Lavender. Hermione is hurt. Hermione wants revenge. Hermione gets revenge. Hermione gets much MORE than revenge. Oneshot.

I couldn't turn around. My feet were seemingly magnetized to the floor each time I lifted one to take a step. I felt the incompetent beat of my heart as I ran rapidly away from the desperate voice. I had to get away.