James Potter has been waiting his whole life for his soulmate. Sirius couldn't care less. Remus doesn't even know if he could have one. Peter knows he doesn't. And Hermione's not even sure they are real. HG/JP HG/PP HG/RL HG/SB

Sometimes her dreams felt so real. Like they weren't dreams at all, more like memories. She read somewhere that you only see people you've seen before in your dreams, that your brain can't make up new faces by itself. So why does she recognise four boys she's never met before at Hogwarts? And why have they all been in her worst nightmares? HG/DM/HP/TN/DT

Hermione loved Hogwarts. Really, she did. But there were also three things she hated about it. Blaise Zabini. Theo Nott. Draco Malfoy. The three Slytherin quidditch players who delighted in giving her hell. After five years, she's tried to put the past behind her and forget the three boys who made her life miserable. But they're not boys anymore and they haven't forgotten her.

"I wish I could give you my first everything" he whispers, his voice shaking on the exhale. Her eyes drift close as his fingers curl into the hair at the base of her neck. His lips so close to hers, he can almost taste her. "Do you?" Arthur has to hold back as gasp as her lips graze his with a simple question. She steps into him.

Infiltrating the small village should be easy. A single person job, in and out just like that. Now if only those damn bells would shut up.

The game rarely lasts long. He taunts and teases. She hits back, cruel and usually with at least a hex. And he loves it every time. He started keeping track at the start of term. Four months and they have only ever made it to three minutes before she inevitably storms off. But it's almost Christmas and he's hoping for a little more.