

He Lost His PlaceHe Lost His PlaceHe Lost His Place
Spoiler Warning: Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
Author's Note: An Inferi is a reanimated corpse, similar to a zombie. As far as I know, this creature is unique to the Harry Potter series.
The fumes from the fast-flying spell work below have filled the spiraling stair. Though the battle is undoubtedly still raging, Draco can hear only Snape’s rough, ragged breathing, and the clatter of footsteps. Draco is like an Inferi, eyes open, but unseeing He is stumbling down the broad stone steps, jerked this way and that by Snape’s hands. It feels like he has been going down these stairs


TrulyTrulyTruly
I loved him. That sentence is the greatest truth this world has seen. At any thought of him, I struggled to keep the flood of guilt and desire from filling my face. I wanted be closer to him than I could comprehend.
I knew him intimately, and not at all. I would see his colored concrete building every day, and wonder if he was watching the swift-shining light-rail as I was watching the glinting windows of his building. I dreamed that he did, that he could feel toward me a grain of what I felt toward him. I wondered if he thought about me. Not even if he liked me, let alone loved me. Just that I might cross hi


Tell Me Your TroublesTell Me Your TroublesTell Me Your Troubles
Essie Weston looked like an apple blossom; the short lacy flounces of her pink and white dress swaying about her slender legs. Her famous blonde hair was loose about her shoulders, falling in soft curls down her bare back. Her doll-like face was glowing, her rosy lips always smiling, her teeth flashing bright.
Charles was star-struck. He had never been this close to one of those women before. Never actually seen one of those faces, the faces that smiled seductively at you from the covers of the magazines coating the newsstands. And now he was here, and Essie Weston was mere feet from him, He tu


The SmileThe SmileThe Smile
The steam poured off the halted train, carrying crowds of people along with it. I eyed them expertly, looking for the likely prospects. There was a girl, her blond hair tousled. Her heart-shaped face was gritted with exhausted determination. She was hauling a large trunk behind her, wobbling on slender heels. I nudged Sam, and we stepped toward her, elbowing through the masses. “Can we help you with that trunk?” I smiled, an open, friendly, spontaneous smile I’d spent years perfecting, watching myself in age spotted mirrors. She looked up at me uncertainly, then decided. “Yes, thank you.” She smiled back, happy, trustin
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Sexercise
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Sometimes you make me feel like I'm living at the edge of the world, like I'm living at the edge of the world. "It's just the way I smile" you said.
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Sexercise
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