On the eve of the final battle, Harry and Hermione find each other. ONESHOT.
"Someone once told me that it only took seven days for a person to fall in love. I told her that she was out of her mind." Ginny Weasley wasn't planning on looking for love; especially not while forcibly working with Draco Malfoy. But, you know, things never seem to go her way. COMPLETE.
I was startled to see the raw passion behind the lense of his glasses, the tears streaming down his cheeks...and as I skimmed my fingers over his skin, over the crevice of his mouth and the battle scars on his neck, it was like holding the 17-year old boy in my arms once more, with his unbridled passion and his silent strength. “I love you,” he had whispered, and I had believed him. “I love you,” he whispered, once again, just as he had all those years ago. And as I looked into his eyes, at his pain and his longing and his hope, that wilting, flame of hope, I believed him. one-shot.
He thought he didn't need anyone. A Malfoy stands on his own, after all. But after Draco died on the battlefield he finds himself back on Earth, visible only to Ginny Weasley and destined to find the one thing he desired from life yet refused to accept. Love. His resolve begins to fade...but so does his opportunity for a second chance.
The only thing Hermione Granger wanted was love. Of course, she had many other complaints...a lousy job, a pathetic boyfriend, just to name a few. Well, after she blurts out all of her secrets to an anonymous man on an airplane during turbulence, she doesn't think life can get any worse. However, when that man happens to be her company's founder and her new boss, Mr. Harry Potter, she may find that life doesn't necessarily get worse and that maybe, she can find love in unexpected places. AU. H/Hr, D/G
“I had to come back,” Draco whispered. “You wouldn’t understand.” Harry fumed, clenching his wand painfully as he shouted, “What type of idiot are you! To come back here, knowing that you’d be killed! Do you have anything to live for?!” Draco gave him a sad smile, chuckling as he replied, “That’s why I’m here, Pothead.” And Harry knew. He hadn’t come back for his mum. His dignity. The truth. He had come back for Ginny. COMPLETE.
"She didn’t understand that I had to get away from it all. The tabloids, the screaming, the thrown underwear. And her. That I had to get away from her...before I did something we’d both regret. I’d rather leave with my own self deluded fantasies than lose her." Harry Potter left on yet another road trip, this time to America, thinking it was yet another hiatus from his nonexistant love life with Hermione Granger. Little did he know that he'd find himself and escape a few burdens on a blue highway...and he'd finally find the hope and balls to make his nonexistant love life breathe.
"He’s my childhood friend, my childhood dream. My enemy, rival. A one-time lover. The biggest regret of my life. It always was nothing. Never anything. That’s why it was a mistake. I was in love with him, and it was ruining me." She was out of options, swore never to think of him again... but then she saw him one night. ONE-SHOT.
"I gave up. I did love him...who was I kidding? Nothing would change it. Nothing. And everything that had happened up to that point...it was all a thing of the past." One stormy night, it all came together. ONE-SHOT.
"Don't you remember me?" I begged, grabbing onto her arm. "Get off of me!" she screamed, clawing at me as I desperately held onto her. I had lost Hermione 4 years ago during the final battle with Voldemort, and I was not about to let her go. Even if she had lost all memory of me, of Hogwarts, of being a witch. That just meant I had to remind her. COMPLETE.
"I'm in love with her, damnit!" Harry screamed, wringing his hair in frustration. "What about Ron?" Ginny asked quietly, yet as Harry sighed, she knew what he was going to do. "I just gotta get her back," Harry whispered. "No matter what it takes." COMPLETE.