But of course, books did not respond. They did not whisper remedies, did not hold you tight, and did not soothe. Books were therefore not really the bestest friends one could get. Books did get your mind off of certain things, though... and onto others.

"It'll all get better," she whispered into his ear, making it seem for all the world like she was right, things were going to get better in an instant, all of that would be wiped of everyone's memories. And no one would remember. But it wasn't so easy. You couldn't wave a wand and say a spell and take it all away. Everyone would remember, the pain would still be there. It just wasn't that easy to forget, and things like that were simply unforgivable.

Bite when you need to be quiet.

Class has no place in the bed.

This ballroom dancing business hadn't been his idea, at first. All Ginny's fault, with her ability to take him places where he was sure to feel like a right idiot afterward. Well, not quite.

Nota Bene: The heart heeds only what it wishes, despite reason.

Nota Bene: The heart heeds only what it wishes, despite reason.

Hermione waits after a Gryffindor Quidditch practice and gets an eyeful... and then some.

Quiet. Quiet after the sin.

Casting red light around itself, it was truly horrifying, the colour of blood, but most of all it reminded him of the luscious woman on all fours in front of him. Red-skinned, icy, and biting marks that he couldn't care for. But someone else did, though tonight he'd left her to Blaise to take, so he could watch her himself.

Skin encounters skin for the very first time.

It is seven years after the fall of the Dark Lord. Hermione has been trying to get on with her life and forget the night Ron Weasley died in Spinner’s End, leaving nothing but broken memories and guilt in his midst. But the night a long-ago symbol appears outside her window, she gets more mystery and excitement than she ever wished for.

Shock and remorse hold a vice-like grip on Draco's conscience... until his sense of preservation comes online.

Five years after parting to pursue their choice careers, three best friends reunite. Harry and Ron have a hole all over one of their most recent cases; Hermione will help fill it with answers. On the surface, all seems smooth, but the War has changed them. There's trouble in the paradise they tried to create.

We both know this is it. The last frontier. (NC-17 PWP erotica)

When jealousy and feelings of ineptitude war with frustration, look out: here she comes, even more resentful than you are.

He thinks he'll go mad if this silence lasts one more second, but he's been saying this forever now. How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Months? It all seems so intangible anymore, the sounds of laughter and happy faces and security.