Because they're just teenage boys doing what teenage boys do - AlScor drabble collection.

Were Albus' cousins really stupid enough to believe that Scorpius had just happened to accidentally fall, half-naked, into Albus' bed? Apparently so.

'Is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me' - Lucy Weasley is an innuendo spouting, big eared completely not-ginger-at-all fifteen year old girl with a pet owl that's channelling Voldemort's soul. Oh Merlin.

Ice cream, in Lucy's opinion, was far better than sex - With a dead end job, a pointless degree and a rapidly expanding waist line, Lucy Weasley is pretty sure that she's having a midlife crisis at the ripe old age of twenty-one.

I will never forget the plans and silhouettes you drew - There's no use trying to tie her down and keep her safe, she's always had that strange kind of wanderlust.

- a happy accident, in which Scorpius manages to get lost in his own house - 'It's not that big, I'll show you' - For Livvi :3

- 'Don't forget the honey.' Scorpius finds a way to calm Rose down. For Rose.

Lucy and Lorcan go exploring - merry christmas, Bethy :3

We kissed in the corner and danced through the night - 25 nextgen christmas drabbles - &the bells were ringing out for Christmas day.

The only thing left was a weeping heart carved into the condensation - For Chi.

The key to winning the fight is knowing your enemy's weakness - for Dee.

The lines between a hero and a villain can be easily erased - Freeverse for Livvi.

What do you do when you find your best friends muse having a tea-party on the end of your bed - turn the castle upside down looking for said friend, of course. Especially when your own troublesome muse is just so not a-muse-ing at all.

Sometimes I think I'll die alone - I ran away, because that's what I do best. I'm a coward, really, you know?

Who knew the road to Lucy's heart was paved with marshmallows? - LucyLorcan for Mad

Katie was many things, but she most definitely wasn't boring. - Katie/Oliver for Rachel

Scorpius began to notice just how damn beautiful James Potter was - and he hated himself for it. Twelve short drabbles based around JamesScorpius.

These are the pieces of our lives, scattered across the floor, waiting to be put in place - a freeverse collection.

Maybe she didn't need his touch, his kiss, his presence, after all. Maybe, all she needed was closure.

When I look at my Great-Great-Aunt Muriel, who's possibly verging on seven billion years old by now, I always conclude that that's what I'm going to end up like; except I'll be much worse, because I'll have cats. - MollyII/Teddy