Tonight was all about taking chances. Old wives' tales claimed that young people often found their mates at solstice celebrations. What better way to meet than around a bonfire, a strong beverage in hand? Ron Weasley/Astoria Greengrass. Written for Samhain Smut 2012 at Livejournal.

Your hands touched my skin one last time, not in a caress per se – but in a rough stroke that conveyed hurt and sadness and love. Your face was still, resigned. And I couldn't help thinking, maybe love isn't meant to last. Written for the LJ Scorpius/Rose Ficafest 2012.

It was Draco's birthday, his coming of age, and he would be inducted in a special ceremony later. This, however, was a special gift from the Dark Lord. "Special, and yours only. Make me proud, son," Lucius had said. Although this was not how Draco had imagined things, the potion he had drunk was aflame in his blood and he stepped into the prison cell. Written for DeflowerDraco2012.

The wine tasted like ashes on her tongue. It was time, time to return to England. Closing her eyes, she wrapped her arms around herself, and, goal firmly in mind, Apparated to the Hogwarts front gates. Written for the DG Forum Fic Exchange - Fall 2011.

She had chosen carefully. Her plans were all laid out, prepared to the smallest detail, everything meticulously fleshed-out. Date, hour, moment. Everything. Oneshot.

Ginny felt herself being flipped over, effortlessly, his fingers never leaving her body. The music was unbroken, but the tonality changed. Smut. DG oneshot.

There was to be no salvation. There were only condemnation, regret, infinity. But for now, he decided that today his clouds had a distinct silver lining to them. Blaise/Hermione twoshot. Smut.

"Dance with me." It was not a request, it sounded like a command, and she had fully expected him to decline when she heard his answer. Draco/Ginny oneshot written for Valentine's Day.

The raindrops fell heavily onto her closed eyelids, and she felt every single drop like the slap of a fist. Why, oh why, did it have to happen? Oneshot, told from Luna's point of view, implied Draco/Ginny.

And it's Christmas again. And there'll be snow, and kisses, and lots of Draco and Ginny.

Her eyes flutter open, her whole body stretches – he can't help staring. And then, as though a dream, a fantasy, she's calling him, calling him to join her. Draco/Ginny. Oneshot.

There had been seven occasions when Pansy Parkinson had woken up in someone else's bed, although, after the first time, she'd sworn not to do it again. She liked to call them her seven sins.

Even if I hadn't found your letters, I would have known. She's got another lover. GWLM oneshot.

Ginny Weasley was mourning for all the people she'd once known, for her youth and her life, taken away by some stupid war… DMGW, RWHG, HPPP, BZDG oneshot.