Harry looked down at Hermione, who was currently sitting on Ron's bed. She had adopted that frazzled look she always did when she was in the middle of something— her unruly hair more of a mess than usual, her face a bit flustered, eyes roaming too quickly through a book to actually be retaining anything.

It's been two days since the war and Harry hasn't spoken to Ginny. On a night that he can't sleep, he finds himself "accidentally" outside her door— at least that's what he tells himself.

"Theodore wasn't a romantic. He had not wanted to fall into love; he had never thought about it. He met Daphne and walked into it without attempt." Perhaps the story most personal to me, a series of vignette-like short stories tracing the relationship of Theodore Nott and Daphne Greengrass, beginning in their fifth year and ending post-Hogwarts.

Inspired by the song Sofia by Clairo, the story of Parvati and Lavender realizing their feelings for each other, and choosing to give in.