Death was a funny, inconsequential statistic in Kenny’s mind. It didn't matter - nothing does. Kenny had always thought he'd been born in the wrong family, paying for a sin he did not commit. Dying for fucked up shit he didn't do. No one was there for him, and he stopped believing in saints. That is, until she came. A strange attraction that would make Kenny lose all reason.

It was a sticky sort of situation she'd continuously find herself in. She blamed it on the adrenaline. At times, it tasted sweet like candy but mostly sour, like acid. The excitement never failed. - She promised it was the last time she, Wendy Testaburger, fell for the antics of the world’s first-class narcissist, Eric Cartman.

Post war. Hermione's feelings towards Draco abruptly change when she is told her destiny is blinded with fictitious love towards Ron. And her true love lies with a certain blonde Slytherin. "Granger, don't be nervous. Just look at me and let go." He said grabbing her chin, and her brown eyes met his. DM/HG Warnings: Love triangles and veelas!

She thought she could continue with her life normally after the war. She was wrong. He was dark, corrupted, and he was ready to do anything to complicate her life. Far from getting closer to perfection, she was closer to being the reason he stayed alive. Trapped between an intoxicating temptation and reason, Hermione will learn not everything is black and white.