PurpleGothicPolish

Ron has always fantasied about his first kiss with Hermione ... it wasn't what he expected, but sometimes... reality's better.

HBP SPOILERS!! We really can't blame Jo... she can't write every scene and every story... that's what we, the fanfic writers are for. So, here's what was REALLY going on with Remus... (R/S) "Molly, Arthur and Minerva had all said their two Knuts worth (which weren’t worth that much!). And Remus had simply refused to look at anyone while Sirius’s voice was echoing in his head, “TELL THEM!” and for a moment Remus thought he might very much like to scream, “I’m too poor, too old, and too bloody gay for her, you bloody, sodding prats!” But, of course, he never did."

A fic inspired by the song 'Proud of Your Boy'. Ron promises his mum that one day she'll be proud of him.

Luna used to fancy Ron... but now she fancies someone else.... And let's just say Harry's not too happy about that... yet.

In the Summer before their Seventh Year Remus and Sirius (being the worldly, all-knowing chaps they are) give their good friend, James, some simply advice when dealing with females: "Don't Mug Yourself". Based on and some dialogue from The Streets song by the same name. Rated PG-13 for language.

Sirius stands at the kitchen table absentmindedly stirring sugar in his tea. Remus walks in the room behind him and says a sleepy good morning, but Sirius doesn’t hear it, his mind is on the wintry scene playing outside the window. It was snowing, and if there was one thing in this life Sirius loved (besides one Remus J. Lupin) it was snow.

The Muggle alarm clock invaded Remus’s dreams. With one flat, impatient hand he hits the snooze button and rolls back into his original position. Legs and arms entangled with Sirius’s. His nose nuzzling in the crook of his love’s neck. Sirius lets out a sleepy moan. “You should get up, Moony,” he mumbles. “No, today’s not a good day, if I wake up it will be disastrous. Safer here,” Remus says looking at Sirius with half-lidded eyes.

Harry knows it’s an odd fascination. He doesn’t know why he’s so obsessive about it. Maybe it was because so many people made such a fuss over his eyes that made him focus so much on the eyes of others.

Neville visits his parents at St. Mungo's and imagines they can comunicate with him.

"I am a rock / I am an island / And a rock feels no pain / And an island never cries" A Snape songfic inspired by a Freelancer Music Video.

Ron Weasley never saw Harry’s badly concealed smirks or Hermione’s stolen glances or even her held back tears. Hermione Granger never heard Harry’s suppressed giggles or Ron’s hidden compliments. Harry Potter never spoke about his two friends and their obvious obsession with one another. He never felt it was his place.

Draco just wants to be a normal seven-year-old, and play with his only friend, Dobby the House Elf. Unfortunately his father has other plans for him...

You’re sitting next to me, as you always do, nothing special, nothing odd. The fire in front of us burns brightly, lighting the room, and your face. I can’t help but stare; you’re so beautiful, the fire reflected in your eyes. Desire to hold you, kiss you, and breathe you in fills me like I wish to fill you.``Someone is has a very intense crush, and it seems their love is being returned. R/H

The Final Battle approaches and the question of whether Draco can be trusted to make the right decision is finally answered ... by Crookshanks.