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Draco never promised not to leave.

They stand, silent, afraid, and wistful. The daylight always comes too soon.

If this is the way dying feels, it's not so bad.

Ron brought her orange juice.

The tears that cling to her eyelashes are the only things he sees as his mind flashes back to that day inside the library, and the sound she had made deep in her throat. Not a day has gone by since then that he hasn't watched her, dreamed of her, been haunted by her. Ghosts are merely spirits that have yet to cross over. It is time for her to move on.

Sometimes things are better left unknown. Contains incestual abuse and sexual themes. Very disturbing.

Pansy laughs, smoke rolling out from between her lips. "Don't fool yourself into thinking you're his first love." Ginny will give up everything for love. Including everything she has ever believed in.

Hatred becomes exhausting, after a while. The fervor it requires wears on the nerves, on the heart and the mind. Punches traded leave hands bruised, shouted insults strain the vocal cords. It becomes a dull routine, one that must be followed to the tee, or everything shall change. But in the darkness, anything goes, and the lesser feelings of lust and need take over in primal form.

She always did smile too much.

Perfection never comes without a price. Prequel to Almost Perfect.

Harry doesn't understand why Hermione is willing to risk her life for perfection.

The war is over. Voldemort has triumphed. He has taken over Hogwarts, making it his new headquarters. The survivors from the Light side are being put to work and tortured. But, somehow he takes an interest in Ginny, and she escapes punishment. But will she be seduced by the darkness? Rated R for darkness.

"I close my eyes and try to drown out their voices. And then Dumbledore’s words are coming back to me again.````"Draco Malfoy is dead." ````And I am crying.````I haven’t cried like this since my first year. Since I found out the truth about Tom. And it is horrible. I had almost forgotten how much. "

He stops in front of the hall that leads to the bedroom. The door is shut, locking him out and holding the memories in. His breath catches in his throat and his heart stops beating for a split second. He hasn’t been in that room since the funeral, and now it is as if an invisible hand is pulling him toward it.````He finds himself inside, staring at the double bed against the wall. It is made up neatly. Her doing. She left everything clean and tidy and organized. A parting gift, he supposed. Her last way of letting him know she cared. But if she cared, she wouldn’t have gone away.

Harry was the one who burned your body. I knew it was what you wanted, but I couldn’t speak the incantation. My mouth wouldn’t let me.````I scattered your ashes over the ground that I now sit on. ````Which is why I come here. So that, once a year, I can tell you what I never told you before.````I love you, too.

Sometimes, for the good of others, you must give up everything. Including the thing that means the most to you. Including the person that means the most to you.````But walking away is the hardest part of all.````A bittersweet Remus/Lily fic. One shot.

I lie flat on my back, looking up at the sky. The snow is cold and wet, seeping through my robes and sweater to chill my skin. I am not sure how long I have been out here, only that I am not ready to leave. Maybe if I stay just a little longer, I will be able to feel you again.

"You know what you are, Granger?" He laughs lightly. "You’re a trophy wife. Potter loves having the smartest witch in school on his arm. It makes for the best publicity since he put my father and his friends into Azkaban. But you don’t really mean anything to him.You don’t mean anything to anyone."

Ginny Weasley is broken. Her loved ones are dead, leaving her with the shattered remains of a home, and a life. She is searching for anything that can put her together again. But when she turns to steel for comfort, the most unlikely of people becomes determined to save her from herself. Warning: Light incest and themes of self injury.

Everyone has secrets. Things they will never tell another soul, but that eat away at them like acid, from the inside out. These are a few of those secrets. Warning: Themes of incest, rape, drug abuse, suicide, murder.

The thing I hate the most is that, no matter how hard I try, I can’t hate you.````Angsty H/D. Warning: Implied slash.

"When she wakes, tell her – " he breaks off, unsure of what he wants said. "Tell her I had no choice."````"I’m not explaining for you. I think you had plenty of choice."````"Then tell her nothing. But know this, Potter. You may think I’m being a coward, and you may think I’m carelessly breaking Ginny’s heart. But when the war is over, I will return for her, and I will make it up to her. Because what I feel for her is something your tiny brain cannot even begin to comprehend."````Prequel of sorts to Cigarettes, Smoke, and Shadows. Angst-filled.

He ran from the war, from his destiny. But he swore that one day, he would return for her, and make things right. Now, the war is over, and he's back to make good on his promise. But sometimes it's not as easy as a simple apology. Angsty D/G.

I am sixteen, standing beside your grave. The funeral has just ended, and Mum is trying to lead me to the car. But I shrug off her hand and continue staring at your headstone. ````It says you are a loving son and brother.````Well, everyone said, you died protecting Harry. You wouldn’t have had it any other way. But part of me is furious at you for leaving me that night. I never got a chance to tell you how much I loved you.````A loving brother.````I suppose that’s what you were.

"You dream that she is dancing. . ." Warning: femmeslash

"I should have done something. Anything. I have told myself this a thousand times. Dumbledore tells me not to dwell on regrets. But how is it possible not to? This is a new feeling for me, this guilt. I think she is perhaps the first person to have ever made me feel it. I don’t like it at all. Yet I am flooded with it. She deserved to live. Not I. But it seems that life and death have no capacity for fairness. That is one thing that all the money and power in the world cannot change." A second chance is offered. A mistake can be corrected. But nothing comes without a price. Sequel To Broken

He was just a boy, and he made you his slave. Tom/Lucius. Rated for slash, adult themes, and darkness.

"Sometimes a master needs his slave just as much as a slave needs her master." t/g with some d/g, darkfic.

Parvati was never the brave one after all.

"If these walls could talk, they would have quite a story to tell." Ginny reflects on her relationship with her brother and how the rules often change without warning.

Narcissa reflects on her relationship with Bellatrix and her fear of storms. Rated for adult themes, incest, and femmeslash.

Destiny had nothing to do with it. Pansy/Ginny angst.

"She remembers when it started. The first sniff she took. How it burned her nostrils and went straight to her brain and it was like nothing she had ever felt before. Things looked different. Felt different. And when the blade pushed into her skin, she began to laugh. Blood had never looked so beautiful. " A dark tale of addiction. AU.

Narcissa seeks solace in the memories of her past loves. Femmeslash, incest and adult themes.

"I'm so tired of being abused. Now you know what it feels like. But, unlike me, you won't have to wake up to another miserable day ever again." A dark D/G ficlet. Rated for themes of violence and abuse.

Past meets future and slaves are made. *tom/voldemort*

Hermione proves her love. *tom/hermione*

In a time of darkness, Ginny calls on an old friend for help.

Love is pain. And Ginny is turning the tables. A dark D/G fic with themes of masochism, self injury, murder, and suicide. Songfic to "Everything About You" by 3 Days Grace

She doesn't how she came to be here, in this dark, retched cell. Slowly, memories come back to her in horrible flashes. Pieces to a jigsaw puzzle, scattered in the depths of her troubled mind. And when they are aligned, it forms something more horrible than anyone could ever imagine...

"I am meant to love you. But not this way. Not like this." Ginny thinks about what she will never have. *implied r/g*

She loved him, but she also loved her. She never meant for it to end this way. All she wanted was to have something of her own. Her own little secret.

"You often think about what it would be like, had you not ended things with her. Your dreams are filled with kisses and smiles, and you wake up with tears in your eyes. No one will ever know what it does to you to see the two of them together. Sometimes she sneaks a glance at you, and you can feel her eyes. These are the times when you leave abruptly, drawing curious stares from your companions, and retreat to your room. You drown in memories and a bottle of Ogden’s Fire Whiskey."

"They would never believe me. He was their best friend. The golden boy. They would never accept that their lion had grown claws." A dark h/g fic with hints of t/g...not your typical Harry...

"Her hands are folded primly in her lap, the way their mom had taught her. It has been this way for weeks now. She sits in silence, smiling for no apparent reason. Hermione begs him to talk to Dumbledore. But he makes up a new excuse each time she asks. He knows what will happen. He refuses to let her be put in some hospital. She will come back to him. She has to. He loves her far too much for her not to." Ginny is slipping away, and her loved ones are paying the toll. *songfic*

In the dead of night, she creeps across the castle. Into his waiting arms. But it means nothing. Or does it? A story of denial.``Songfic to Linkin Park's "Faint"

"She is damaged. You know that from the start. She has had more pain in her short life than most should ever have in their lifetime. And it has left her wounded in places too deep to be seen. Nothing is the way it should be when it comes to her. Her hair is too bright and her eyes are too big. Too thin, too pale. Too broken, too deep. She is quicksand, and you are more than willing to sink." g/hr

"You feed the trace of darkness inside her. You offer it her pain, her humiliation, the tears streaming out of her lovely brown eyes. And it grows, and becomes more ominous, spreading through her like poison."````A tale of darkness and betrayal, of blood and tears. Of what happens when your own heart is your worst enemy.

I am going to be friends with the littlest Weasel if I die trying. Why? Because, this is something that has never (to the best of my knowledge) been attempted before. Civil interaction between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. Further more, between a Malfoy and a Weasley. I very much think that, were my father to know that I had this intention, he would be unhappy, to say the least. But honestly, I could care less. The very idea of doing something deemed impossible thrills me. What can I say? I’m a rebel.

My heart drops, and I can almost hear it shattering. I am empty again, like I was for so many years. Before you came along, and offered me some of yourself, and I took it into me and I was a little more human. And now you’re taking it all back, making me into what I was before.

"Images filled her head, strange and foreign, but all too familiar. High, chilling laughter; the gaunt, haunted face of his godfather; beady, watery eyes; a handsome boy with a blank, cold face; a pale face streaked with tears; a blinding flash of green light, and unbearable, searing pain. She was aware of a piercing shriek. Then everything went black."

"Love doesn’t need apologies. It just knows."````Draco thinks about his relationship with Ginny, and how he almost lost it all. Songfic to "Take Me Away" by Lifehouse.

"The grief was only rivaled by the rage burning in him. It was a fire that would not be extinguished until the person responsible was dead. No more would die because of Harry. He was the target, and he was bringing himself within shooting range." Harry faces his last battle...

When your heart is broken, you will do whatever you can to make the pain go away. You shut down, building a wall around your heart. You are ice. You are stone. Impenetrable. But you are not as strong as you would like to think. And one day, your weakness will make itself known. And you will crumble.

You give your heart to someone, and at the time, it seems to all align perfectly. But it is all an illusion. And you, in your naivete, bought into it. You want to kick yourself, you want to scream at the top of your lungs until your voice breaks and your throat aches. Let the world know how foolish you were. ````*prequel of sorts to Such Sweet Sorrow*

"She knows how easy it would be. How simple it would be to fall into an enchanted sleep. Only her prince wouldn't wake her up. He'd wait for her on the other side."````*songfic to Dashboard Confessional's "The Brilliant Dance"*

"Salty trails are a monument to this moment. It may be the end. There are too many bodies, too many lost. The hero has fallen. "

Love is a mysterious thing. One minute you're flying, the next you're crawling on your knees. There is no warning. No slight hint that it might all give way. And when it does, there is nothing left but a shadow of what you used to be. Yet you know that you would not have had it any other way.

"Should I tell him the truth? That I miss him every minute. That he has left me with a hole deep inside, one that aches every time I think of him. That I don't care if he is selfish, or rude, or cruel, all I want is to hold him again."````Parting is such sweet sorrow . . .

He didn't respond, and she began to pull away, but he stopped her, his hand wrapping around her wrist. She felt her heart skip a beat. Stop him, she ordered herself. Pull away. But her body wouldn't obey.

He has broken her and he doesn’t even care. He deserves everything she can throw at him. ````What starts out as a simple revenge quickly escalates into something no one is prepared for.