Stories by Cellist-love

Hermione watched in silence as a blue cloak spun, blonde hair spilling from a tight bun. The shadows upon the walls flickered, mocking her brief failure. And how her heart beat, and how her breath hitched in rhythm. Fleur/Hermione.

A poem. Pansy and Luna fall together in the watchful eyes of the forest. Inspired by FragrantPowders work.

Or so it seems, one life for yourself and one for your dreams. You drift through the years and life seems tame, till one dream appears and love is its name. Pansy Parkinson/Luna Lovegood.

Although sometimes, Hermione wishes someone would. HermoineFleur.

Luna's feeling odd, well, more odd than usual. Her late night attempts to catch the moon are not only distressing her, but Hermione too. Femslash, HermioneLuna.

It was as if her powers were to pull, rather than to push, because god knows I couldn’t breathe around her. RogueJean. Femslash, nothing explicit though, so don't fret.