All Eric wanted was a distraction from the tiresome stress of university life. He could never in his wildest nightmares have predicted that one unfortunate misunderstanding with the capricious daughter of Shawn Briggs, a big-shot lawyer, would somehow land him working for the hot-tempered man's law firm. Then again, neither could have Shawn, who was now firmly set on a merciless path of vengeance aimed directly at his new sworn enemy: his very own assistant. But... why the hell did the brat have to be so good at his damn job? The road to rapport is never clear, but there's always that unlikely office love. [Book 2 of The Rapture Series. Stand-Alone.]

Life musings. Read at your risk.

It's Harry Potters first year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and so far he's managed to survive up until Christmas. Now the holiday season has rolled around and the two week vacation is days away. Unfortunately it seems Harry will be spending this Christmas alone due to the fact that his new friends, Ron and Hermione, are both going home to see their families. Then Harry catches word that The Malfoy Heir will also be staying for Christmas. What good could possibly come from this? A/N: This fanfiction starts while The Golden Trio is in their first year at Hogwarts and keeps going up until their later years. This means that it's a bit of a slow burn. First Chapter Published : August 2016 Last Chapter Published : November 12th 2017

When Harry Potters brother, Charles, is decided to be the boy-who-lived, Harry's life turns out less then good. In fact, it is downright horrible. Lucky for him, Harry knows that he will grow up to do great things. He just doesn't know how great they will turn out to be.

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."