Stories by Lilmissxx

Images flooded his mind, causing him to tilt his head back as he twitched against her with a heady moan. Rocking his hips against her, he possessed her mouth again, full of fire and sin. Hermione thrashed beneath him, scoring her nails against his back, arching herself, rubbing, aching, wanting. Snapshot series. Part of my TNHG collection.

Another nibble to her earlobe, then his face came into view, eyes dark, lips twisted in what could only be described as a predatory smirk. A shiver briefly heated her blood. Inspired by LaurieLove's Up Against the Wall series. Part of my TNHG collection.

Wayward curses contributed to his graceless weaving and dodging as the attacks grew fiercer. Sweat poured down his face as he tried in vain to look for the one he needed to protect. War drabble. Dark. Character Death.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I am here as security. In other words, to get rid of people like you." He chuckled, one hand reaching up to caress her arm. "Well then, you aren't doing a very good job, are you?" Part my TNHG Collection. Smut.

She said so, he faintly smiled, pinning her with his gaze. The one she could never read. The one that made her legs turn to jelly and her insides clench with desire. Part of my TNHG collection. Mild smut.

He cried out as liquid fire ran through his veins, sending his pulse sky-rocketing. Still he resisted slightly, something Hermione couldn't wait to change. Part of my TNHG Collection. Smut.

This time it was he who chuckled. Belatedly Hermione realised that his hand was still caught in her hair, so now that she had turned her head he was closer. Too close for comfort. First in my TNHG Collection. Mild Smut.

He could give her endless pleasure, make sure that she accomplished her dreams, heck, he'd even to hunting with her for those creatures she seemed to endlessly blather on about. But he couldn't do any of that until she noticed him. Blaise/Luna smut.

"...What makes you think I'd be any different?" Hermione stared at Draco, his eyes filled with anguish. She cupped his cheek, running her fingers along his face before whispering her reply. DMHG Drabble about believing somebody can be different.

The couple who were standing on the doorstep, however, hadn't noticed that he had opened the door, so lost were they in their banter. CWHG Drabble.

"You should've made the other choice at the crossroads. You chose the wrong path, now live with the consequences." TNHG Drabble.

"Well well, what have we here?" His voice was husky with lust, and his eyes kept her pinned to the chair. Hermione gulped, her heart racing. "Seems like little Miss Innocent has been up to something forbidden..." Final part in the Venture Trilogy. DMHG.

"Come now Granger, you remember what happened last time don't you? I got you to call out my name, didn't I? Now, you can either be difficult, and make this a struggle... or you can relax, and let me please you." 2nd in the Venture Trilogy. Dramione lemon.

Hermione shook her head in denial, and he laughed quietly, breath fanning over her ear. "You want this. Stop battling with your mind Granger, and succumb to your body's desires…" Dramione Lemonade. First in the Trilogy.

The evenness of his tone coupled with the darkness swirling around him frayed her nerves even more. She could see the concentration in his face – the locked muscles in his jaw; his gritted teeth; his predatory tread. He was furious. Dramione Drabble.

He wanted to know whether she was ready for another relationship. Hermione bit her lip. She was nervous. Was she ready to put her heart and body on the line again, after it had been truly smashed? Reference to abuse. Dramione Drabble.

“Because you’re my refuge! I can’t not have a refuge! A safe place to be after all the dark things that happen… I don’t tell you everything because it would tarnish you! How could I be protecting you by telling you the horrific things that happen!” RWPP.

“My boob got stuck in my mouth!” Blaise turned to Ginny, his eyes so wide that they took up nearly half his face. Ginny was slack-jawed at what had just been said. They looked at each other and ran.

He released a breath harshly when the cool nighttime air hit him at full force, soothing away his stress. He raised his head to watch the stars, and was oblivious to the light footsteps that came up behind him. Neville/Parvati ONESHOT.

Growling softly, she sat up slightly; bleary eyes wearily scanning the room. She rubbed her eyes again, and lowered her head to the desk again. She sighed in annoyance when she felt the insistent prodding. AS/GW. Drabble.

“Hermione! Wait!” His voice bordered on desperation; arms reaching out into thin air; tears fell down his cheeks, burning a path down his body. Still he continued to run, not even contemplating the possibility that he would lose sight of her. DMHG Oneshot

Written for Qoheleth's Malachy O'More challenge. - He stood tall and proud, his eyes watching her still. She stepped backwards as he yawned, and it was her turn to duck as one of his arms swiped at her. She glared at him playfully. BZHG ONESHOT.

“Ouch! Jeez Angelina! Your fingers are really pointy! That hurt!” He pouted and she laughed before poking him again. She leant back against him. CDAJ Drabble. Set in GOF.

If she was with his younger brother though, then that was okay. He could live with that. It would make Ron happy. George sighed. Who was he kidding? She looked absolutely gorgeous. That’s the only reason why he was attracted to her. Honest. GWLL Drabble.

She’d done it. For once in her life, she’d done it. She’d made him speechless. He stood there, gaping at her with his eyes wide at what she had just said. He snapped out of his reverie and shook his head furiously. FWHG Drabble

She looked as pale as death, her eyes sunken in and her mouth was as pale as the skin on her face. Oliver slumped into a chair and grasped her hand. It was ice cold. KBOW Drabble.

...and she was struck by the colour of his eyes. Liquid mercury that swirled into molten steel. And she knew what that look meant. She backed away. He pressed ever closer, that intriguing smirk on his face. Dramione Drabble.

His breath hitched as he felt her cool fingers dance across his own, gently prying the jewellery from his grasp. His gaze was locked onto hers, and before he realised it, he had pulled his wrist back to station it over his head. Dean/Luna.

Her tone was so dejected. He had never expected her to break down so easily. It was one of the things he loved about her. He took another step towards her cautiously, hoping to evoke the fiery reaction that he was expecting. Harry/Pansy.

He wished that everything could run smoothly for them, that people could simply stop the prejudice and leave them alone. But alas, it was not to be. Harry/Pansy. Post-Hogwarts

“You don’t.” She sighed in slight annoyance. He continued. “No you don’t, because that muggle never cheated on you. He never used you. He –” “Yes he did.” Post-Hogwarts. Dramione Drabbles.

She was right. The words danced around in his head, rewinding back to the conversation he had had with her so many years ago. Drabble. Sequel to Testing.

“I realised something the other day.” She toyed with a curl using her free hand. He waited for her to continue. “It’s like the World’s mechanism is made up of cogs. If just one was to be destroyed, the whole thing would malfunction and cease to work.”

“It’s not what you look like obviously, seeing as I have no aspirations to be a girl.” He made a face, and she laughed. “It’s about who you are, and what you do.” She looked confused. Dramione Drabble.

“You’ve shared something with me, so I’m sharing something with you.” She watched him warily. A Dramione Drabble. A little sequel to Sharing.

“You see Draco, There’s a barrier between your world and mine.” He nodded. “It takes the form of a quiet disturbance. Always there, yet so noticeable that some people that just don’t see it anymore.” Drabble.

Fear: the twisted emotion that was unveiling itself in her throat; uncoiling like a slippery serpent that has spotted it’s prey, and is rearing up to strike. 4th in my Quote Series.

She reached her goal. A windowsill. As she perched in it, she gazed out the window, and saw fields. Fields that went on for what seemed like forever, all the way to the horizon. How she longed to fly free once again. 3rd in my Quote Series. ONESHOT.

How long had she been asleep for? Days… Weeks? Was she, too, destined to become like this? Alone, afraid, suffering. 2nd in my Quote Series. ONESHOT.