The spell of the moon...Draco Malfoy was having a good day when Longbottom did IT.Now,all they have to do is find Draco's true love.The problem is everybody wish to get inside his pants but no one inside his heart...or do they?slashHD

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Draco Malfoy had been walking around the back of the stands to reach the Quidditch pitch when he heard someone whispering to him from underneath the seats. He stopped and listened; a short figure moved forward out of the shadows. Malfoy couldn’t have expected the face that revealed itself.
The face was covered in white makeup, with bright red on the lips. The nose was obscured in a big red ball. The face was surrounded by an orange wig of frizzy hair above, and a frilly white collar below. “Hiya, Malfoy!” the figure said in a raspy voice. “Aren’t you going to say, ‘Hello?’”
Malfoy was dumbfounded. “…Longbottom?”
Neville tossed an unfolded balloon animal at Malfoy’s feet. “A snake certainly does have a long bottom! Aha! Aha!” Neville squeaked the clown nose in time to his laughter.
Malfoy looked around. He didn’t see anyone else. Had someone jinxed the Gryffindor? Malfoy had certainly never seen Longbottom smile for so long.
“Has your pitiful life finally driven you completely mad, Longbottom?”
“My name is Pennywise, the dancing clown!”
“Yes, fascinating. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some Quidditch to practice.”
“But don’t you want a balloon?” Longbottom was now inexplicably holding a bundle of ballons by their strings. “Look! They FLOAT!”
“Where are you getting these?” Malfoy shouted, growing furious.
“We all FLOAT down here!” Longbottom shook the balloons desperately.
Malfoy turned to go, but as he started to walk away, he felt the sensation of something being pulled out of his pants pockets. He glared and spun around, coming face to face with the Weasley twins.
“Well, it was a fine plan,” said George. “Just didn’t quite work out.”
“You did great, Neville,” added Fred.
Malfoy was looking back and forth from twin to twin. “Do you mean to tell me,” he seethed, “that this was all just a plot to steal my wallet?”
“Well, you are rich,” said Neville, blushing through the clown paint.

When Clary and Isla Kennedy are taken aboard the Dawn Treader, they find something more amazing than they could've ever imagined. A mirror that shows what you want the most. But the girls didn't even know that love was what they wanted... AU

The sisters had been wandering around the Dawn Treader since their arrival on the ship. To their utter disappointment, the majority of the ship’s cabins were either empty, or worse, filled with equipment or supplies. They were just giving up on finding anything amazing and magical when they opened the door to one room in particular.
“Like, whoa! Check it out, Clary! A magic mirror!”
“Totally, Isla! Like, mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the hottest one of all?”
“What’s that writing at the top? Mirror of…Erised?”
“Dude, it’s an Italian mirror. So chic.”
“No way, Clary! That’s so totally French.”
As the girls walked closer to the mirror, however, each saw something a little different in the reflection.
Isla cried, “Oh, it’s that total hunk from school!”
Clary sighed, “It’s that dreamy stud that runs the Cinnabon register at the mall!”
The sound of the door opening behind them broke both girls out of their reverie.
“Terribly sorry to intrude,” said Professor Dumbledore, “but I seem to have—Ah! Yes, there it is.” With a flick of his wand, the mirror levitated off the floor and headed for the door.
Dumbledore followed after it, but turned back in the door frame. “Incidentally, you young ladies ought to go home. Before you…as they say, mess something up?” He smiled politely, raising his eyebrows. Then he left.

a 21st century girl winds up in Middle Earth and finds herself befriending the last person she expected. I own nothing. Forgot to type this at the beginning, but I don't own anything at all! Complete!

Caroline awoke on the apex of a rolling grassy knoll. Still too hazy to register the growing plume of smoke in the distance, or the muted sounds of warfare, she knew only that she was not at her house or the 21st Century insurance office where she worked as a sales clerk.

Before she could fully get her bearings, her attention was stolen to a nearby individual who found her lying on the ground. His voice was charmingly uplifting, with slight hints of exploitation and folksiness that seemed out of place.

"Damn, girl, watchoo doing all the way out here?"

She sat up and looked at the strange man, wearing a bright green football jersey and baseball cap.

"Martin Lawrence, playing Jamal from the 2001 Hollywood movie Black Knight?" she asked incredulously. "You are the last person I would have expected!"

"We don't got time for this!" he chided her with embarrassingly white-washed Ebonics. "There's a whole mess of orcs coming this way."

"Are we going to start as an ill-matched pair, but during the course of our adventures you'll teach me the down-to-earth practicality of life in the hood, and I'll teach you the values of middle class liberal privilege, and we'll eventually emerge through the conflict as life long friends?"

"B**ch, we don't have time to deal with your crazy sh*t - those orcs are -"

But it was too late, a host of Uruk-hai arrived before he finished his sentence. They were captured and brought before the band leader who recognized them as a genre-savvy pair of upstarts and ordered them to be immediately executed.

"The spell of the moon...Draco Malfoy was having a good day when Longbottom did IT.Now,all they have to do is find Draco's true love.The problem is everybody wish to get inside his pants but no one inside his heart...or do they?slashHD"

In which Draco Malfoy wakes up and smells the coffee.

Draco Malfoy woke up to the sound of a thud close by. Also, he had a pounding headache.

He blinked, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to figure out what the hell had just happened. He vaguely remembered Nevillle Longbottom casting some kind of spell on him, and that was literally the last thing he could remember. Now, he had just woken up, and for some reason he was staring at the ceiling of the Slytherin common room.

Why he was there instead of the infirmary was beyond him. But he decided it was better not to think about it. Goyle and Crabbe had probably dragged him back to the Slytherin common room, but… didn’t that seem… kind of odd of them to do, really? Everyone went to the infirmary first, and everyone in Hogwarts knew that.

So why was he--?

…

When Draco turned his head, the sight that met his eyes was so confusing he couldn’t even muster up the vocalization to betray how weirded out he was. And given that it was Draco Malfoy who was confused, that said a lot.

But then, even the nastiest of bullies would be confused at the sight their arch nemesis lying on his face in the most literal sense. The fact that Harry Potter of all people was in the Slytherin common room was not questioned, probably because of the possibly even more important fact that there was a rather small, but extremely important detail that had really made him much more than a little uneasy.

“Why is Harry Potter in my pants?”

Upon closer inspection, he had this to add:

“And why are my pants made of leather?”

"Chloe Bowerbank has died, and been transported to Lothlorien. Here she tries her best to piss off the elves and be annoying. 10th walker. No romance. Quite a bit of swearing. R&R. Please?"

"Instead of a Dark Lord, you shall have a queen!" Galadriel cried, her voice booming through the trees. A wind had picked up, stirring her hair and gown as she stood by the mirror. Frodo cowered, clutching the Ring, unnerved by the sight. "Not dark, but beautiful and--"

A portal opened up in the air between them, through which the limp body of an oddly-dressed girl dropped, flopping unceremoniously to the ground like a puppet with cut strings.

The wind and light died down. Hobbit an elf queen were left staring awkwardly at the corpse, neither quite sure what the appropriate reaction to this sort of thing was supposed to be.

"Holy shit," said Frodo.

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Because nothing's more annoying than being interrupted by a falling corpse when you're in the middle of a dramatic proclamation.

I am going to do the "my little angel, Amelia" one. This is going to be so much fun, 'specially since I already have a good idea for it. ;]

I'll have a go at writing one later, but for now, here are some more summaries. ^_^

Firefly
1) Need by stillhere16
They didn't make any sense. River/Jayne oneshot.

2) A Storm Is Coming by Libquedation
Alexa Jane Cobb is not your ordinary girl. For one, she is the daughter of a Reader, and she can read emotions. She is also a vital asset in the war against the hated Alliance, so vital that they go to any lengths to get her

3) Reavers Vs Zombies a movie night by SaillorMoonFan
Okay so the crew of Serenity decide to have a movie night, one where the watch a couple of zombie movies and they make some connections to the revers. Okay so this is pre Miranda and there is the full crew, with Book and everything.I own nothing so review

The Fifth Element
4) The fifth and a half element by Bubbaliciousgurl
Leloo and Korbon have a child, and after that child's birth their worlds get turned upside down...

Portal
5) The Precipice of Sound by Roxal
Chell and GLaDOS go to a night club. Dirty dancing is involved. Warnings: Sexual content. Status: Complete. ChellGLaDOS
What?!

6) The Puppy by mynameisedward
ATLAS and P-Body decide to get a puppy. Fluffiness and hilarity ensues.

7) Rescue Me by Arbiterai Knight
Everyone needs Rescued, some more than others. Wheatley from the past; Chell from a sickness; GLaDOS from terrible pain. When horrors descend upon the Facility, nobody will be Rescued, but they will be left closer to each other than ever before.

Oh, this is gonna be FUN! *evil smirk*

I call SLEEPING BLONDE BEAUTY. Because I've got something evil in mind planned for Harry...