A sixth-year ensemble comic romance. It could be standing before you, needing a bit of a push. Or sitting beside you, waiting for you to let go. Perhaps it's sneaking up from behind, hoping you will turn around. But sometimes, love falls from a clear blue sky, and you just have to catch it. How do you decide which is the right path, when you're only sixteen? Seamus/Dean, Harry/Hermione, Draco/Ginny, Ron/Padma.Category: Works in Progress
Hermione looked at Harry, then began to smile, shaking her head. "That little slut," she said affectionately.
YES!
"I want to thank everyone for coming to our opening," Ginny said, "for being so patient during our delay and for making this Salon such a success from the start. Please feel free to circulate after the performances to see the art displayed in the music room. I would like to draw particular attention to a work that was recently installed on our ceiling by Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy. Do you have a name for it?"
Draco turned to Ron, then said, "Cleaning the Weasley Garage."
"It's a conceptual piece," Ron added.
DOUBLE YES!
"Seamus?" Dean asked.
"Mmm?"
"Love, we're in a public place."
"Mmm?"
Dean leaned in closer to Seamus' ear and whispered, "If you don't stop rubbing your arse against my crotch, we will have a problem."
Seamus immediately stepped forward, then turned to face Dean. "I'm sorry! I didn't know I was doing that."
Dean nodded. "Yes, I'm sure."
"No, really!"
TRIPLE YES!!
you went out with a bang, and i'm sad this is over. please write more! :)
Author's Response: There is definitely more coming in a couple of month's time. Thank you SO MUCH for all the lovely comments on this story! I'm so pleased you enjoyed it!
Category: Completed Short Stories“Stay where you are and produce your time-card.” The words carried a conviction that would bring most to their knees. This man, however, just stared at her with his unnerving slate eyes.
“Bloody hell I will.”
Ginny felt her jaw drop open, she’d know that drawl anywhere. Her temper instantly flared at the realization. “What in Merlin’s name did you think you were doing, Malfoy? Do you want to go to Azkaban? Is that it?”
--Third place winnder in Persephone33's Great D/G Time-Turner Contest 2009--
“Look, about what happened yesterday…” he started, but she cut him off short.
“Don’t worry about it, Malfoy. That was years ago.” She gave him a broad smile before continuing. “Now I believe you owe me dinner. I’m not the type of girl who kisses on the first date you see…”
He smiled broadly down at her. He was kind of attractive when he smiled.
oh oh OH! (be still, my beating heart.) i loved this when i read it on the lj contest page, and i love it even more after a second (shh third) read. you...i...there are no words. just...keep on writing.
Draco realizes that some things that are broken can never be fixed.Category: Completed Short Stories
well that was...disturbing. this is a sick, sick story. i like it.
i want there to be a happy ending, even though there's no possible way, with all the abuse and immaturity. but still...
great job!
Author's Response: I know, I know. Everyone wants a happy ending. :-) But the rest of my stories, well most of them, have happy endings. So it was high time to do one without one. I enjoy the happy ending more though. I must say. Thanks for the review!