As one lives through life, things change. Beauty and darkness coincide more than once, more than twice. Loveliness and lies, hand in hand. Smiles and tears. Blinking and falling asleep. Being darling one moment, being hated the next. Life.

You see him in the common room all of the time, and when he brushes past you he smells like cinnamon. You can remember the smell of his hair, and the elastic of his suspenders beneath his robes. His glasses can’t hide his brilliant eyes.

I'll tell her." "Promise?" "I swear to Grindelwald." {dp}

He whispered words in her ear that she couldn’t comprehend, but she knew that their meanings were as sweet as daisies dripping in honey. {HR}

[DracoDrabble]He’d always liked the raisin cookies. He liked how they were wrinkly and brown. They looked like bad apples, like they were making a face at him.

One day the doors of his mansion were busted open. One day she’d had enough.

Draco and Pansy talk on Valentines Day.

Pansy thought she had forgotten how to cry. {hints of DP}

A serious, short fic about certain characters and the war between the two sides. {DP, HmR}

New Years Eve, Sixth Year, Gryffindor Common Room. Not smutty. Cute. { RH oriented }

He turned to her, “Never wish to change the past, Parkinson. You might have ended up in Hufflepuff and it would have changed everything.” {DP}

Sometimes I see an amazing intelligence in his eyes, and it makes my pulse quicken, makes me want to scream. { DP }

Possibly my oddest fic yet. Itty bitty. Insane. Sort of about Pansy Parkinson.

Her eyes looked all the greener in the reflection of the mistletoe. {DracoPansy}

The last time I actually saw Sirius was my sixteenth birthday. I had been presented, wearing a pale pink silken gown, with Lucius on my arm.

‘What is the malice-sword that’s stabbing my heart?’ ‘No need to get into one of those bloody heart conversations, Panse.’ {DP}

Will you sing to our baby the way you sing to her?" {{DP}}

He never quite knew what to do when she cried. (short) [one-shot] {DracoPansy}

“Are we ready for this, do you think?” he murmured, staring at the moon, a pearl in the velvet black sky. “Well,” she inhaled the crisp November air, brushing his red cheek with her own hand, “I’d say that it’s been a long time coming.”

“PANSY!” Pansy Parkinson burst into tears as Draco Malfoy screamed her name, with his wretched tongue, with his damned throat, with everything he had left inside of him...which couldn't be much.