When it's right, there's no fighting it. The title really has nothing to do with the story, it's just a line from the song Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol which I listened to while writing this story. Now rated R for a bit of language, not a whole lot since I don't like foul language, but enough that I'd prefer the young'uns don't read it. I had planned for this to be a two-parter, but I wrote too much, so there's a third part. Sorry it took an extra week for chapter two, but life and a couple of really good books got in the way.
Just a lazy little fic that will make you wish you never had to work another Sunday again... I hope.
Just a little something since it's been so long since I last posted anything.
A one-shot to answer a question posed one night in the common room.
"She’s the reason that I’m still alive, the reason that I somehow manage to survive through every summer, the reason that I’m not going to die at seventeen or eighteen or until I’m old and decrepit and still hating him for doing to her what he’s doing." This is just a little something that I wrote tonight to express my complete and utter dislike for Ron. Hope you all like it. Reposted it because I had to fix some errors.
I can never think of a good title, but anyway, this is a short one-shot that takes place at the end of the final war. It's from Hermione's point of view. I hope you like it.
Just a little something to break your heart. "I won’t spend my life waiting on a woman who has made it clear that she doesn’t want me.”
Harry's told Hermione the prophecy. I know, been done! But this isn't what you're expecting.
The requested prequel to "Cravings".
Just a little interlude that I threw together.
What would you do to win the heart of your best friend?