This is just something I wrote when I was depressed that shows what I go through, but thats if it makes sense.
Ever wonder about the girl who sits silently in the back of the room, hidden beneath sweatshirts and music? One girl's vignette.
An old present becomes Draco's most treasured obsession. The concept of "dolly" came from Kat and tzigane.
Not all vampires drink blood. (This story is primarily het, though there's also brief homosexual smut in here.)