Her mouth trembles against his and she tastes like tears and loneliness and ageold sorrow, of desperation and love and, just faintly, of hope...RemusTonks HPB

There is something to this moment that breaks her heart, which while saddening, seems fitting... Ron asks a question without saying a word. postHBP RonHermione

...No promises of patience or return. Those, he is sure, would taste too much like lies...PostHBP HarryGinny

She’s kissing Harry Potter and thinks he tastes like guilt...OotP ChoHarry

‘After this is over…’ Hermione used to say that a lot...And he remembers these nights everyday as he scrambles around trying to Do Something but the truth is all there is to do is Wait and Die and Ron has grown weary of both...PostHBP, hints of RonHermion

He thinks she could very well be the best cure...Sixth Year, RonHermione AU

Small, almost inconspicuous things that can go unnoticed for long periods of time until one day you’re walking to Hagrid’s and you realize you don’t walk between them anymore...Sixth year RonHermione AU

In the mornings after all that is left of Nymphadora Tonks are memories that seem far more aged and brittle than they should...preHBP

For the second time in his life he knew what he was going to do and there would be no buts about it... HBP spoilers. Missing Moment

With a string of brightly colored Bertie Bott’s beans around her throat and acorns hanging from her ears she smiles brightly at him in the hallway. He wonders briefly how it is he never noticed her before she is rather noticeable after all. NevilleLuna

He dreams of fictional realities and realistic fiction and the lines blur until they don’t exist at all and everything becomes a little less comforting and little more taunting."Harry dreams. Pre-Hogwarts

“It could be a holiday card,” she says...“Perhaps you could charm it to sing too.” he replies. A little bit of HarryGinny for the holidays.

It seems fitting somehow that they’ll die together now the way they almost did not too many years ago: His grimy hand over her pale one, stained in scarlet blood like ink."

The scent grows fainter with each passing day and a part of her heart breaks at the thought of losing it; the familiar smell that she associates with comfort, safety, warmth and…happiness. " It's odd what people cling to when they lose someone.

He’s Ron Weasley and he’s better, though he doesn’t know it.He’s better than chocolate.He’s better than transfiguration.He’s even better than Hogwarts, A History, and that’s saying something."

Harry's never said 'I love you.'" Harry thinks about the three small words that seem to mean the world to people.

One dull morning at the Gryffindor table, Harry finds himself distracted by a certain red head and discovers Fate is indeed out to get him(hints of HG)

She glanced over at him briefly and caught his eyes on her. She felt her heart give a funny thump and a blush rose to her face. Shyly, she reached over and set her hand over his, which was still lying motionlessly on the table"

There was once a time when they used to smile for no reason- over a good game of chess, getting the last sugar quill in the box, getting one of the good armchairs by the fire." A night in the Gryffindor Common Room. Ron thinks about a few things.

the well-known tune of ‘Silent Night’ reached his ears...her favorite carol, though she probably didn't remember that now.' Short, weird, a bit pointless.