COMPLETED [BxB] in which a musical prodigy falls for the Quarterback. Max Grier is coming home after the biggest defeat of his music career. When the elusive football star with the deep ocean eyes captures his attention, he quickly becomes the focus of Max's obsession. But obsession has eyes that look both ways... A coming-of-age tale about a boy with no idea how to navigate the brutal halls of high school...

"I know you're skirting around the subject again, Draco, so you might as well just say what you want to say." He looked up at me then, a barely readable expression on his face. My chest tightened slightly as he just watched me, his eyes tracing over my face. After a few silent minutes, he finally straightened up in his chair and tossed the Prophet into the chair next to him before looking back at me. "Weasley is an idiot." It's 2002, four years after Hermione graduated from Hogwarts. In the midst of planning her wedding to Ron, her life turns upside down by news that breaks her heart, and when a certain blond wizard shows back up in her life, she realizes that maybe what she planned for isn't what she truly wants. Characters do not belong to me, they belong to JK Rowling

Breathing out, Hermione took his hand and said, "Valet in lucem." Draco wrinkled his nose, looking up at her confused. "Was that an insult?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "No Draco, it's an old saying in Latin." "Well I don't speak Latin 'Mione." She huffed. "I said, Light Prevails Malfoy, because it always does." Hermione thought he might try to argue with her again, make her red in the face with anger but Draco paused when he opened his mouth. She waited in anticipation. His features seemed to soften a little as he stared at the ground. When his eyes came back up to meet her, she thought she might get lost in his gaze. "Light prevails." Leaning in slowly, Draco kissed her on the lips and Hermionie pulled him in. -x- Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are far from friends, they're barely even acquaintances and if the two of them had their way, they would not be spending their final year at Hogwarts as Head Boy and Head Girl together. But as fate would have it, or rather McGonagoll, they are the top picks to keep the students at Hogwarts in check and out of harms way. Though the two of them might have something to say about that. Regardless, both Draco and Hermione accept their positions and try to move on from their old rivalry, close old wounds, and try to form some sort of friendship. But sometimes the past can't stay buried and old grudges die hard and despite not having to defeat a Dark Lord, their seventh year at Hogwarts may prove to be the hardest one yet. Dramione Fanfic Harry Potter Fanfic *Updates Every Tuesday AND Thursday* Highest Ranking: #59 in Dramione #93 in Dramione Fanfiction

Cass has no memories of her parents, only impossible dreams of waves and orcas and, sometimes, her mother's voice. When she and her adopted aunt return to the Pacific Northwest island--where her parents died twelve years before--Cass hopes the place will trigger long-buried memories. Instead, she discovers that the impossible is real, and that history is about to repeat itself. Unless she can stop it. ***Teaser*** The water hit with such a shock of cold that Cass thought she was going to pedal up and out of it again like some cartoon character. Instead, she flailed and splashed and smashed one arm against a piling as salt water poured into her raincoat & filled her shoes. "How do you like it?" Jason yelled. She spun until she could make out his form, black against gray sky. "What?" she sputtered. She dragged one arm from the water long enough to shove wet hair from her face. Jason became clearer: black hair dark above his yellow raincoat, arms crossed over his chest. "What the hell are you talking about?" "I asked how you like it, going for a swim in this water." She was open-mouthed with disbelief. It was a bad idea; a surge lifted her and slapped salt water into her mouth. Bile burned her throat as she coughed and all the while she was still flailing at the water, fighting the drag of shoes and clothes to keep afloat. She should kick them off-that's what you were supposed to do if you fell into the ocean with your clothes on-but she was only a dozen feet from the dock. Besides, it was her only coat. Jason watched her the way she'd watch a barracuda. "I know you're following me." "Following you?" What. The. Hell. She gave a mighty kick and tossed her coat onto the dock. Jason just stood there. "I nearly drowned last week, you know that? Now you show up as if nothing happened." "Last week," Cass said slowly, "I was in Argentina." Whatever he'd seen, it wasn't her.

Her whole life she has only been sure of one thing. She was a dog. A pet that was used at her handler wished. She has been trained to fight and kill. She has been trained to be obedient. She has been broken and rebuilt into what they wanted her to be. To follow every command without question, to kill without hesitation. But everything comes with a price. He found her in the most unexpected way. He found her in a state that no one thought was possible. He found her on the brink of sanity. He is an Alpha, she was trained to be nothing. He is determined to fix the damage that has been done and find the girl that is trapped under the damage that has been done to her body and mind. But will he be able to? Or has she simply gone to feral?

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

In which a 'perfectly normal' boy gets kidnapped by a ramshackle group of aliens simply trying to save the multiverse.