Harry had never heard the Second War referred to as a bit of unpleasantness before, and he found that it was almost…reassuring. Zabini didn’t care about him and he didn’t care about Zabini, and he didn’t have to bother hiding. HarryBlaise slash.
There was a tender amusement in Remus' voice when he mentioned Harry that made Tonks' insides feel all gushy, like chocolate left out too long in the sun. She tried to remind herself sternly that she was an auror, tough and rough and mean. RS, RT.
But it had been Arthur who won her heart, and Arthur who kept it. She'd been beautiful, yes, but she'd never had eyes for anyone but the gawky redheaded Weasley boy with his awkward, lopsided smile. MollyArthur fluff.
Harry's feet continued to carry him towards Snape's office, while his mind was battered relentlessly by comments such as, 'I'm sure kissing Snape would be wonderful, even if he doesn't brush his teeth' and 'you know what they say about men with big noses'