Oh, meme, too!

[geoviki]

There've been so many worthy memes lately. Bandwagon, me. Jump!

List all the first lines of your fics and then people write drabbles in the comments with the same first line. Now you know me, Miss Wordy herself, so I'm not about to be counting words, here.



"What's your earliest memory of me, Dean?" (A Thousand Beautiful Things)

"Good afternoon, sir. I trust you had a pleasant day at school?" (Variation on Un Dieu Anonyme)

Harry Potter didn't know what to expect when he decided to visit Draco Malfoy in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. (The Waters of March)

Professor Severus Snape heard the first fifth-year Potions students begin to collect at his dungeon door. (Chaining)

“Git.” (Telling Hogwarts)

Harry had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to dredge up a polite excuse to duck out of this tedious office party. (Untitled)

Tonks was late for the standing Friday night get-together at the pub, and she swore under her breath while dodging a fully-loaded drink tray coming her way. (Laughter)

Severus Snape hadn’t expected to find Draco Malfoy at his door tonight, but that wasn’t to say he hadn’t expected him at all. (Waiting)

Bonus points

Here are the first-line lyrics that head a few of the above fics - these are fair game, too!

Every day I write the list of reasons why I still believe they do exist (a thousand beautiful things).

It is wood that resists the wind, the falls of the riverbank, It's the profound mystery, It's wanting or not wanting.

Believe me, if it happens again, I'm leaving; if it stays the same, I'm gone.

Comments

[isiscolo.livejournal.com]

"What's your earliest memory of me, Dean?"

"When we got up in the dormitory and we were choosing beds. You were so polite, letting us all choose first."

"Neville?"

He looked away for a moment. "When you got put in Gryffindor. I was so relieved because everyone would pay attention to you, and nobody would bother me."

They went on around the circle, one after another, and Harry hung on each one's words. The Dementors had taken all these memories from him, and he'd never remember these things the same way. But his friends still remembered. And he was grateful.

[geoviki.livejournal.com]

Oh, sweetie, I was hoping I'd see some of these from you around LJ because they're truly one of your fortes. This one is terrific!

[nattish.livejournal.com]

*cries*

This was very good. And sad. I think I'll go mope.

[kaalee.livejournal.com]

~*~*~

"What's your earliest memory of me, Dean?"

He would ask and I would answer and it was the game we always played when things weren’t going well. It’s like listing rules before playing hide and seek. Everyone has their own strange and inexplicable rules, but if you don’t list them, inevitably, someone says you cheated.

And it doesn’t matter that you always end with, "Ready or not - here I come!"

It’s the other rules that always seem to matter more.

"What's your earliest memory of me, Dean?"

This time when he asked I wished we’d listed the rules first.

~*~*~

[geoviki.livejournal.com]

Wow! I'm very impressed with the image of hide-and-seek, and the idea of rules. It amazes me when writers get to the heart of a story so quickly, and I enjoyed this tantalizing view where everything isn't described. Thanks so much!

[arsenicjade.livejournal.com]

"What's your earliest memory of me, Dean?" Hermione smiles, one of her smiles where he knows she looking for something, but what that something is...

All Dean has is honesty at these moments, and for the most part, with her, it generally works. "Your hands."

She raises an eyebrow.

"I couldn't see them. Your robes were too big. It was funny, looking like you didn't have any and I was giggly anyway that day."

"Nervous?" she asks, but she knows, of course he was nervous, because she would have been nervous too, in her own way.

Dean shrugs. "Why do you ask?"

She's silent for several moments, perhaps deciding if she wants to answer. "Curiosity as to what it is you see when you look at me. Supposed that was as good a place to start as any."

Dean isn't so sure he agrees, but she's still smiling, her hands, perfectly visible, reaching out to curve over his shoulders. He keeps his eyes on them for as long as possible.

[geoviki.livejournal.com]

I really like how this can also fit back in to the original story! And so many great phrases: All Dean has is honesty at these moments..., Dean isn't so sure he agrees, but she's still smiling.... And I especially like the last line!

Thanks for doing this with one of my lines.

[arsenicjade.livejournal.com]

you're welcome. I was so glad you did this, it was amazingly good fun.

[snottygrrl.livejournal.com]

mmm - am supposed to be doing a million other things, but couldn't resist this line, since it fits in with a fic i am in the middle of writing (and am supposed to be sending to my beta right now, but that is beside the point [*snert*])


Harry Potter didn't know what to expect when he decided to visit Draco Malfoy in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

Hermione had warned him about Draco’s condition, but it hadn't been enough. Not nearly enough.

He stood silently at the door staring at the stark image before him. The bleached interior of the room made the blond in the bed somehow paler, the unending whiteness broken only by a small bouquet, a single card and vibrant red hair.

Harry didn’t know what to expect, but it was not the heartbreaking sight of Ginny Weasley gently brushing tears off of Draco’s unresponsive cheeks, her own falling to dampen the blankets unheeded.

[geoviki.livejournal.com]

I don't have a single Weasley icon to match! And het! Nice het, too.

You're as cruel to poor Draco as I am. A lovely, sad story. Thanks!

[hearts-n-roses.livejournal.com]

Severus Snape hadn’t expected to find Draco Malfoy at his door tonight, but that wasn’t to say he hadn’t expected him at all.

It was just a matter of time before Draco saw through the black and white world his father presented.

Severus lowered his quill and raised his eyes to the boy. Draco looked smaller somehow, his stance less threatening.

Draco would have questions.

Severus didn't have answers, but he understood.

[geoviki.livejournal.com]

Oh, I just adore little ficlets where everything isn't spelled out, leaving me to imagine all kinds of follow up. This is quite good; hope you know that! Thanks.

[hearts-n-roses.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. I have been having fun with this drabble meme.

[ridicu-liz.livejournal.com]

"Git."

"Prat." He stood with tense shoulders, palms on hips.

"Wanker." The hands that had been knotted into fists began to uncurl.

"Berk." The corners of his lips twisted, slightly, tension bled away.

"Sorry."

"Equally."

The silence reigned there like a living thing for long moments as their eyes spoke, and the subtle fire of chemistry ignited. The air quivered and trembled and broke on a sigh.

"Loved?"

"Always!"

[geoviki.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you! I'm always envious when writers can get to the heart of a story so succinctly, and this is cleverly done.

[eliminate.livejournal.com]

It is wood that resists the wind, the falls of the riverbank, It's the profound mystery, It's wanting or not wanting.

The beige twigs on the end of his Firebolt flap inconsistently against the hard, cold wind of the night sky. He grips his broom more tightly, then descents slowly to white blanketed ground below, watching all the lights shimmer as he approaches the small cottage.

He lands softly on the snow, charming his footprints away as he walks towards the door of the small pine house close by.

A smile plays around his face as he charms the door open and walks in, looking for someone who can't be found - someone only Harry knows the location of.

He let's the door shut quietly behind him, and moves into the center of the cottage towards the fire - the only heat Harry can find in the stark cold winter night.

He sees him sitting on a couch asleep, his light blonde hair falling up and down with his rhythmic breathing, his chest rising then dropping down slowly, his hand curled around a piece of parchment.

Harry sets his broom on the ground quietly, as to not wake Draco up, and goes over to the young man, probably dreaming about a place where he could be free without worries - free without having to count on anyone to be a Secret Keeper for him.

Harry doesn't mind, though, doing this large task; partly because he is in the Order and felt it was his duty - but another part because he wants to help the other man. He loves the other man.

Draco just doesn't want the same.

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Um, hi! I just thought I could introduce myself by writing a horrible drabble based on that line - as you could tell, I couldn't find inspiration. *blush* I'm not really this awful of a writer, though. At least I hope not.

Anyway, I enjoy your fiction a lot, and I want to friend you. I probably will since your user info says it's okay, but I just wanted to let you know. (I feel stalker-ish otherwise.)

Hope you don't mind. :\

[geoviki.livejournal.com]

Of course I don't mind! Your drabble is lovely. And I know I've seen you around LJ in friends' comments and such, so hello.

[eliminate.livejournal.com]

Good. :)

And I see that we share mutual friends. In all honesty, though, I'm surprised you've seen me around unless it was at my comm, harry_draco.