“Oh honestly, Granger,” there was that signature smirk, “how long did it take you to come up with that little speech? And you practiced it at least fifty times, no doubt. When are you going to learn that sometimes a little improvisation is necessary?”

“I know it’s going to be difficult, Granger. You think I haven’t already thought of that? I can handle myself. Just sod off already.” “You’re going to be sick of it all one day, and when you are, I’m here to talk or listen.” Currently on Hiatus.

“I realize you want to tell people about us, and that’s fine; I’ve accepted it. You’ll just have to let me add some zest to our announcement.” “And what kind of zest might that be?” “This.”

A moment of insanity: that one fleeting second in which all-rational thought goes out the window and you go out the window to follow it. Draco had been experiencing a lot of those recently.

He crouched there, on the hearth, just staring into the destructive glow but not focusing on anything, mesmerized by the radiance of obliteration and existence. How Draco wished for that kind of destruction.

Again, a deep breath. Gods, it had been a long time since I had seen her chest rise and fall so deeply. The only sound that escaped me was a soft chuckle. Such is life. D/Hr, Dark, Random

fal·ter: to give way; totter. "This. Us. I'm glad, but..." She closed her eyes, breathing deeper to keep the sobs at bay. She knew it was the right decision. She just wished he could see it.

"Harry said you volunteered to watch over Malfoy. Was that a serious offer?" Sigh. "If the Order needs me to, I will." -8 Months, 19 Days- He ranted at me today about toasters. Said they were "evil blasted things" and walked away.

A collection of drabbles 500 words or less for when the inspiration hits me.