You're too old for her, you know, and there's nothing that can come out of this little…whatever it is you have for her. But you can't help that the pink and unicorns and sunshine and rainbows of her youth have turned into starshine and moonlight and hormones and skin.

Please read! This is a very important message!

It was only yesterday that her life was all sunshine and smiles; but then her world exploded and now all that's left is smoke-and-blood-tears.

"But since you're oblivious, let me clue you in: I'm in love with you, you bloody prat!"

Meet Poppy and Aly. Two very different girls with one thing in common. What is it, you might ask? Well, that's for me to know, and you to find out. *DISCONTINUED (for now, at least)*

For dancingwithrainbows' "I Want YOU In My Story: A Challenge For Me And You" Challenge on HPFC.

She's had a lot of kisses in her life. But these five were the most important.

"Each partnership will do research on the life of teenage Muggles in one of several countries, and present their findings to the class at the end of the year. Your research will be either totally immersive or non-immersive." Not femmeslash *DISCONTINUED (for now, at least)*

Sequel to 'Homecoming'. "Yes, I made a mistake, but I'm trying to fix it. And I know that we can't go back and do it all again, but I have to know: can we go forward? Is there a future for us?" *DISCONTINUED (for now, at least)*

Sequel to 'In Your Arms'. There's nothing more dramatic than secret pregnancies, broken promises and hearts, and a love that tries to survive it all.

Everyone was happy for them, but even if they hadn't been, that would've been okay.

To say goodbye is to – almost always – feel sadness at the leaving.

He once gave her a white rose. It meant 'purity, innocence', but it also meant so much more.

It's probably obvious by now, but I'm not coming. Not tonight, not in two weeks, never again.

When Blaise Zabini smelled Amortentia in his sixth year, it caused him great confusion.

Lysander Scamander has never been more disappointed with a person, let alone himself, than he is right now.

She's hormonal, he's ridiculously attractive, and he's standing too bloody close.

He leans towards her, his declaration only audible to a privy few.

"If you aren't who people think you are, then who are you?" *DISCONTINUED (for now, at least)*

Because he's half of her heart, and it's harder to be a half-person than a whole one.