Never miss an opportunity to pimp fics.

Gacked from r_becca.

Pick a few lines from a few of your works. Put the link to the work at the end. Don't give us any info other than the few lines of quotes from each fic and the link.

I hope these quotes aren't too long.

So I know what I'm talking about when I tell you that Lucius Malfoy is a joy to work for, even though I hate to think it, and refuse to say it. I do have some pride left. You heard right. I, Ron Weasley, work for Lucius and the Death Eaters. Sounds like a rock band, doesn't it? [link]

A Ravenclaw! Their complicated self-justifications were infamous and that one was a prime example! He was not a prostitute masquerading as Harry Potter for the benefit of the lecherous masses. Oh no. No, no, no. He was fulfilling a 'common emotional need.' A Gryffindor would be more honest, and embarrassed; a Slytherin wouldn't bother with the justifications; and a Hufflepuff wouldn't be so arrogantly superior about it. Common, indeed. Severus was insulted. [link]

"Don't blame the furniture," Severus said under his breath. "They can hardly allow anyone in who can't afford the proceedings, and you aren't on the guest list." [link]

He had a really long smooth waist and narrow chest that was nicely sculpted, not muscular, no, but still nice. They both stood there, so close, looking each other up and down. He really had very smooth skin, too, it looked as silky as the water, and Percy looked different, rather naked without the glasses. An odd hysterical thought flitted across his mind that he didn't look naked, he was naked, and if Percy were wearing his glasses right now, would he be any less naked, really? [link]

"I couldn't agree more, but you need ekeltric -- I mean electricity, for them. Augh. I've been around Ron too long. And don't drink beer for breakfast!" [link]

Draco tumbled into a darkened chimney and landed with a hard thump, and the orange heat flickered and disappeared around him. He held his suddenly hot, throbbing knee and rocked back and forth as he bit his lip. Fucking Weasley. As the pain faded in waves, he took a few breaths and looked around himself. The fireplace was dusty and loosely boarded up. He peered through a crack in the boards. He had no earthly clue where he was. [link]

"Why, Percy. You surprise me. Five points from Gryffindor for your vile language," Snape said with that insufferable arrogant sneer. "Though, truth be told, those were the first honest words I've ever heard from your mouth." [link]

"Well, pay attention! You're insulting a very sensitive soul." Fred gestured to his cock, which seemed to be perfectly happy and not insulted at all. [link]

The wipers beat, thub-thub, in time with his breath, and he couldn't see out the windows. They were fogged over. [link]

The next one through the door was very tall, and looked somewhat confused. He wore a tight, Muggle black turtleneck with elegant charcoal trousers. Both set off his red hair strikingly well, but it made no difference. He had to escape as quickly as possible before -- Too late. Those clear blue eyes had already picked him out at the bar, and widened. [link]

Ron explained. "You see, Neville, there's thing called a dick -- you'll grow one soon, and -- " [link]