Just a cute one-off that I decided to do. Thanks for reading!

Another one-off I decided to do; this one is more based on events that actually happened in my life, only with a cuter ending. Thanks for reading!

***THIS IS A SHORT STORY*** Harry Styles is a 32-year-old single father who only wants the best for his little girl. He hates that he couldn't be the one who could cook her dinner every night or pick her up from school, but being the head of a popular book publishing agency comes with its downfalls. So when he hires a 23-year-old live-in nanny who completely rocks his world, the last thing he expected to find was everything he didn't even know he was missing.

He doesn't know why he never told him about Granger. Maybe it was because loving her was a dream. It can happen in his imagination, but it'd never be a reality. So, telling anyone about her is like telling someone he has the sun on his palm. Unorthodox. Improbable. Impossible. "I didn't think I could ever have her." NO INFRINGEMENT INTENDED CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN SO DONT READ THIS UNTIL THEN, FOR YOUR SAKE

"Her thoughts were correct and for some reason the fact that he is just as alone as she comforts her. It makes her think that she has something in common with someone, that someone feels like her. And this makes her wonder, if by some chance, they'll find some semblance of solace in each other on a day that is meant to be filled with love and glory." - When two people find solace in each other throughout seven Christmases that should've been spent alone. No infringement intended. Trigger warnings apply to every chapter in this fic. Do not read if you're easily triggered. Go onto ao3 and look at the tags.

"I'm giving you an out right now," he pants. Granger's fingers tighten in his hair, and confusion etches in her face. She tries to rock into his hips, and he has to forcefully stop her. "N-no," she stutters, panting like she's run a marathon. She tries to grind on Draco again, but his grip stops her, much to his irritation. "I'll ruin you, Golden Girl." She stares into his silver irises, breaths coming in almost evenly. He searches her face for a reaction or sign that she might want to stop. Inspired by 'Friends' by Chase Atlantic No infringement intended. Read the warnings.

The Halloween Ball is fast approaching with Hermione at the helm. ... What a delightful time to suddenly learn of a centuries old secret sex-game club that is currently ran by a Blonde haired Slytherin. Oh, and it only happens once a year every October, when the winner takes all at the Halloween Ball ... The First Rule of Carnal Club: You do not talk about Carnal Club. I DON'T OWN THIS STORY. IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX