Little Alex

Harry is confronted with Malfoy's feelings for him, and they are quite different from what he had expected.

Remus finally reveals his biggest secret to his closest friend.

"Harry," Draco whispered gently into the other boy's ear, rustling the dark locks. Harry made small noises of dissent and wrapped himself tighter around Draco's naked body. The light-haired boy chuckled slightly and craned his neck to look out of the solitary window. White snowflakes fell past the window in straight lines, with no wind to bounce them off their path. Draco smiled to himself and put a hand on Harry's arm, caressing the smooth skin. "Harry, wake up, it's snowing."

What starts as a harmless dare leads Harry into a place even more frightening than the Forbidden Forest: Draco Malfoy's heart. Seeing himself reflected in some of Draco's most private thoughts sets Harry up for a host of new experiences, the least of which are some very private moments with his so-called enemy.

There's a tree that has been outside of my bedroom window since before I can remember. It's a big, old maple tree that's thirty feet tall and very wide. It's the only tree I can see out of my window, as father always insisted that the grounds be kept bare of trees. When I was about ten years old he wanted to cut down my tree. I protested vehemently by throwing the best, most mature tantrum I possibly could to make him change his mind. That tree has been a constant in my life, always, changing only with the seasons. I have many memories connected with that tree, and I could not - would not - let my father cut them down.````The biography of a tree, as told by Draco Malfoy, with interludes of Draco's family, school, and private lives.

I'm walking down the streets of London, the Muggle London that eluded me for so long, the part of London I was never allowed to enter lest I inadvertently let on that I'm a wizard. It's about nine in the evening on October the thirteenth, which I think is a Saturday night, judging by the drunkenness of most people my age are. I'm not drunk, though it would probably do me good to take my mind off my life for now. Tonight is reminding me too much of that night. The one I've been trying to tell myself was all a dream for nearly six years now. The night that changed my life's path.

Grace is a quality Oliver Wood always seemed to have. However, when Percy Weasley comes across Oliver the night after the Quidditch World Cup, graceful is not a word to describe the Gryffindor. Percy's own grace-under-pressure comes into play when Oliver relives a painful memory.

Moony and Padfoot share a tender moment beneath the stars and James' Invisibility Cloak.