And yet, when you enter the alley you find that you're not alone. At the very end of the alley you catch sight of the glowing butt of a cigarette, and you can smell the stench of smoke from where you stand. You're not sure who it is until he talks. D/Hr.
Written for the non-canon ships Harry Potter comment fic-a-thon last year. Harry/Hermione. Prompt; and this time they hold their gaze for too long
Written for the non-canon ships Harry Potter comment fic-a-thon last year. Sirius/Lily. Prompt; This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice. Baby it's cold outside.