The summer was built on the smells of her past, of distant memories long since forgotten, of her home that she could no longer remember. Not-Quite-Muggle!AU.
"I'm an intern for the Minister," she said indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot like a petulant child. "Why are you here?" "I'm also an intern for the Minister," he snapped.
In every woman's life, there are certain moments that can either make her or break her. A woman will encounter something horrible that she can either use to better herself as a person, or she can let it get to her, eat at her and turn her into a revenge-hungry lunatic who will never move on until her need for vengeance is satisfied. Unfortunately, I went with option two.
Seeing someone he had known and had considered to be a friend in such a state of slovenly deterioration had struck a nerve that made him feel like he could no longer breath.
Of course he wanted another drink. Why else would he have come to the bar alone? It was rather obvious he hadn't come to make friends, and the gold band on his left hand should have made it clear he wasn't interested in meeting any women. He had come to drink, and drink he would. Written for The Last Ship Standing Competition.
Unfortunately for Ron and Hermione, none of the Weasley siblings seemed to grasp the concept of privacy. Written for the Ron/Hermione Competition on HPFC.
They weren't particularly close in age, nor were they similar in wealth or in their social circles. But both knew what it felt to be isolated – independent and on their own without being able to rely on many others – and perhaps that was what made them such a great pair.
She was completely bared to him – vulnerable and exposed and being used up like an old toy. That's what she was to him, wasn't she? A toy? A ragdoll.
Her brain, overworked and always overthinking, told her that it was a mathematical anomaly, an impossibility. Destiny could not exist. Written for the One-Hour Challenge on HPFC
With a gentle hand, she touched his cheek. "This is so wrong, Scorpius. You know that, don't you?" Scorpius shook his head slowly. "No. It's just right."
Hermione was filled with anticipation and relief, while Ginny was confused and completely uncertain of what she felt in regard to the older girl. But it didn't matter. They still reached the same point, the same conclusion.
AU. Ten years had gone by since she'd walked back into his life. Ten years since the Dark side had won the war. As time goes by, he realized, not a whole lot changes. - Written for Round 2 of the genres competition on HPFC.
He lifted a finger to his chin, looking pensive. "I suppose I could rush up to you and sweep you off your feet, kiss you all over, and promise you everything will be alright. But, you know better than that." Written for a contest on HPFC.