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"Feh, never thought he could get more corny than that time he gave me a rubber duck for my birthday. I ask you, what is the point of a duck made of rubber? “I just want to see you bathe with it,” he said. So I did and enjoyed his grin while he watched me bathe with a floating duck in the water." Harry/Draco slash.

Harry mourns. Sirius is torn.``Post OotP.

"I always wake up and reach for you. But I only see Harry, pale and cold in the moonlight. Body clenched tight into a ball, his backbone a rigged curve, afraid to feel, to be felt. He thinks I hate to touch him." Implied H/Hr/R.

I left the Burrow at dusk, the air still smelling of the verdant musk from an unusually hot and humid day. I could feel the family’s eyes on me as I exited the door. What did they think was going to happen? I refuse to tremble and weep. If I started I would not stop.

She sits, surrounded by nothing and waits. Do they even care she's gone?

He knew it not for what it was but for what it represented. A mother tells her son a bedtime story.

A companion to "Plutonian Shore." He did not like the icy light here. He curled into his shadowed corner and felt safe.

Where has the real world gone? This is only a facsimile, a nightmare. It has to be.``Contains very mild slash.

Sequel to Just Before Midnight. Don't really need to read that to understand this fic. Draco sinks. Darkfic.

Seventh year does not end with happiness. A narrative of one who survived.

Draco Malfoy judges, muses, and meets an unlikely enchantress at a masquerade.

It’s Harry’s fifth year. Something sinister is attacking him. New spells create havoc with our favorite hero. Can Ron and Hermione save him in time (along with some help from Madame Pomfrey and gasp! Snape)?