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All she wants is to be left alone, just for a minute, just long enough to pretend that the world doesn’t exist. One shot.

I can't wait any longer. If I wait, I won't go. I have to go. Oneshot.

Every night she takes out the photographs. Oneshot.

I sacrificed everything to be what they wanted me to be, just so I could have a small piece of their empty admiration. Oneshot.

A hand on my arm. A gentle voice coming from somewhere… somewhere beyond my reach… Oneshot.

Blaise Zabini hated Halloween. Oneshot.

She was afraid that if she lost her grip on what remained of him, she would wither up and die, empty and broken. Oneshot.

There is nothing she can do, nothing she can say. She can only weep for what she knows will come. Oneshot.

If she didn’t love him so much, she might be tempted to give him a swift kick. Scratch that, she was tempted. Stupid prat. Oneshot.

She wants something. And of course I’ll say yes – I always do. Bloody girls always know how to get us blokes to agree to whatever they say. I still haven’t figure out how. Oneshot.

She felt like everything inside of her had been dumped into a cauldron, mixed up and swirled around, and then dumped out at her feet, leaving her to figure out the mess. It was rather annoying, actually. Oneshot.

She watches him. It’s a game she plays, a game that she has perfected. Oneshot.

After a talk with Harry and Ginny, Ron finds out exactly why trees are so important. Oneshot.

She waits. He doesn't come. Darkness falls. Oneshot.

Eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves, Ron Weasley." One-shot.

Hermione tries to suprise Ron with a romantic dinner. Unfortunately, nothing goes as planned. One-shot.

Standing in the middle of a Muggle jail with Hermione Granger was certainly not how he’d expected to spend his Saturday, no matter whose fault it really was. One-shot.

She’d avoided him, chosen solitude and seclusion instead of facing the enormous amount of possibilities that stood before her. And she hated herself for it. One-shot.

How in Merlin’s name did you tell a girl you fancied her without throwing up or passing out in front of her? He was fairly certain he would do one or the other… or both. One-shot.