Hello FanFictioneers! Time for a profile update!

Thanks for stumbling upon my page. Hopefully you like what you read. There's something in here for everyone. Unless you are under 18, homophobic, against OOC and generally hate life. In which case, there really isn't anything in here for you. I write grim, fantastical, bitter sweet, silly smut, Twilight Xover, deaging mystery, sweet, non-magic AU, parselmouth fetish, gory, one-shot, Glee, sarcastically smutty Sirius/Remus, sarcastically smutty Harry/Draco, psychological, Harry Potter themed fairy tales, depression and romance based, MPreg, bollywood, and unfinished stories. Yup... even unfinished stories. *cringe*

I am always willing to beta other works. And I try to leave reviews for all of the stories I have read. I usually read stories of the reviewers who give me feedback on my stories (returning the favor and all). I try to reply to each review. But I haven't had the chance to do that lately. So, if you suddenly happen to find a review reply two months later... um... you know why!

I hope you know that I write for you! In fact, if I hadn't received all those reviews on Wings, I probably wouldn't have continued to write. I am forever grateful to the FFN community for being so supportive and making me laugh everyday. Thank you for making my days that much more magical.

Here's a little something for you for reading this far!

The library was filled with students studying furiously for their exams – Slytherins at one table, Gryffindors at another, Ravenclaw already done their cramming, and Hufflepuffs wandering about. Everyone was too frantic about the pages of notes they had yet to read to notice a certain pair of boys flicking their eyes at each other. Harry needed to merely glance up from his Transfigurations textbook to catch sight of Draco. They exchanged brief piques of brows and silent words, unbeknownst to their friends. It was when Draco winked that Harry sat up straighter and smiled to himself. He drew his wand out inconspicuously, resting in on his knee and hidden away from view. He pointed it in Draco's general direction and wordlessly cast a spell.

Draco jerked as a soft flicker brushed against his calf. He frowned and looked under the table. He didn’t find anything. He shifted his leg, yawning as he tried to keep his mind on Potion theories. That was when he felt the unmistakable feeling against his calf again. He glanced down again, finding nothing there. He brushed his hand against his leg. The pressure didn’t let up. Instead, it moved up to Draco’s knee. The Slytherin looked up at Harry.

Harry met Draco’s gaze and held it for a few seconds too long. Hermione noticed and snapped her fingers in front of Harry’s eyes. He blinked and focused on his best friend. She glared at him, gesturing to his book. He rolled his eyes but complied nonetheless. His wand wasn’t complying, however.

Draco pressed a hand to his mouth, pretending to yawn when he was really hiding a smile. The pressure was moving to his thigh now, slowly kneading. Draco closed his eyes to regain his composure. Then he went back to ‘studying’.

Harry moved his wand up slightly.

Draco nearly gasped as the magic pressed against his stomach, caressing him. It trailed up to his chest, gentle and pleasurable. Draco cleared his throat to keep his low groan quiet. When the touch moved to his neck, he was done. He closed his books and packed his bags without a word. He left the library with his composure intact.

“Loo,” Harry murmured, pushing off of his table and following Draco out. No sooner had he left the library that he was pulled into the shadows and assaulted with moist lips.

“That was hot,” Draco whispered, smirking.

“I know,” Harry murmured, starting where the spell had left off.

Draco moaned as teeth nipped at his neck. “You’re damned amazing, Potter…”

“I know,” Harry whispered, brushing his hand against Draco’s hair.

Draco sighed, letting Harry work his magic. “I hate sneaking about,” he said absently, closing his eyes and tilting his head.

Harry paused, blinking at the wall Draco was leaning against. “Wait… what?” he asked, pulling away.

“Hmm?” Draco asked, opening his eyes at the lost warmth. “I didn’t say anything.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed, glinting against the faint light. “You don’t want to sneak around?” he asked.

Draco blinked at Harry.

Harry blinked back.

Draco opened his mouth, inhaling sharply so he could protest before another precious moment was lost.

Harry jerked Draco back into the library and kissed him breathless. Draco’s toes curled and his eyes were squeezed shut. Harry plunged his thirsty tongue between the parted lips before him. They breathed out together, arms winding around each other. Draco’s fingers finally found a home in Harry’s nest of raven hair, twisting the strands and tugging lightly. Harry fluttered his lips against Draco, gently pushing and tasting. Harry dragged his arms and wrapped them around Draco’s neck. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss until they were planting open-mouth kisses on each other.

That seemed to short-circuit Draco’s brain. He placed a firm hand against the small of Harry’s back and bent him backward until he was resting on Draco’s arm. Harry laughed against the urgent lips, holding onto Draco so he wouldn’t fall. Draco ended the exuberant kiss with a loud smooch. They stared at each other adoringly. Harry licked his lips. Draco laughed, pulling Harry upright.

The two glanced up at the devastated expressions on the faces of their friends.

Harry cleared his breath importantly. “We’re dating,” he announced.

Which was followed by a long moment of nothing.

Which was then followed by –

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

– at which point Pansy and Ginny leapt out of their chairs with wands out.

“RUN!”