"I'm trying not to love you Callie. Hell, you going in two days to abort my baby..." He choked a bit, muffling with the back of his hand, what I thought to be a sob. "It's killing me. " My take on what could happen if the Braille kiss in 1x14 led to a little more than kissing.

Brandon writes a letter to his mom explaining everything. Why they stayed. Why he loves Callie, and finally why they left. Follow him, as he tries to get Stef to accept him and his relationship. Brallie centric.

He had left her on their seventh Christmas, two years after they were married, three years after he proposed, seven years after they had gotten together. She hated the wanker, but she loved him still...

It had been raining for a week, seven days, 168 hours, 10,080 minutes, 604,800 seconds. It had been a week since I smiled. A week since I laughed, ate, or cried. It had been a week, a lonely one at that.

Draco, everytime I close my eyes I relive what we had. But that's just it, we HAD something fifteen years ago, we don't have something now." He replied, "As long as your eyes say you love me, we will always HAVE something." And then he kissed me...again.

Prologue to The Letter "My eyes are glued to her, with a blue bowl broken at my bare feet, and there's oatmeal residue on my toes, and pieces of ceramic are littering the kitchen floor." Braille backstory. :)

"Hey, stranger." She said, and when she opened her mouth to speak again I covered her lips with my own. Kissing her with such a passion, kissing her with two years of longing, with two years of hatred. I lifted her up, wrapped her legs around my waist, and pressed her body up against the black car she had drove here in.

You're filthy, I said to her. But you're beautiful. And, you're your father's son. She yelled back. I threw the bottle of Fire Whiskey at the wall barely missing her head. She never flinched.Do you think that that is something that I am proud of

I have never wanted another man the way I wanted Draco. I have always felt compassion for him deep down inside somewhere. I have never wanted to kill another person more than Astoria Alaina Greengrass. A/U. Slight OOC. One Shot. Good Ending.

"I can't make love to you through this fence." He growled. I nodded my head, and moaned once again. "How adverse are you to climbing said fence Mr. Malfoy?" his smirk widened as an idea came to his mind. "I'd rather you climb the fence Mrs. Malfoy.

Written for The Great Prompt Challenge. Pansy shares one night with a certain Gryffindor and it leads to something more. PP/NL/HA references to HG/DM

Just something stupid to get back in the writing game. A list of ten do's and don't's to writing a refreshing Dramione story

Just as she was about to step off the ledge he reached out and grabbed her wrist. I give you one choice, instead of dying living with me.

[DARK FIC]Ronald Weasley was dead. He was the first and the last casualty of the war. And he was the only one that mattered in her eyes. PLEASE READ!

“You are a sad person Hermione Jane Granger. You allow people to get close to you and then you push them away. It scares me sometimes. If you are not careful, you are going to be alone for the rest of your life.”

He set her the task of killing her own parents. She did not even blink an eye when she pointed her wand at them. She was too far gone at this point, it was survival of the fittest. Kill or be Killed. She would rather kill

Ron was staring at her intently. “Are you happy with him?” he asked dejectedly. Hermione put the brush down and walked over to him. She tasted of Malfoy. Ron turned his head and nodded. “You are.”

Who ever invented the Ten Year Reunion was a sodding idiot. Hermione was talking to the Golden Boy and his lap dog, laughing, and here I stood in a crowd of people, that used to hold more.

“Cinco de Mayo was never so much fun.” He whispered to her. “Draco, you couldn’t be more correct.” In honor of many children conceived on May 5 Cinco de Mayo! R&R