Your mission, should you choose to accept it: first line drabbles.

[icarus]

Gacked from jedi_penguin. Because I am too pressed for time to do any serious writing (yet in dire need of entertainment, natch), I have discovered this handy meme:

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble or ficlet with the same first line as one of my stories, and leave it in my comments here.

Any takers? *g*

Oooh, and I've found some new awkward sex stories for jedi_penguin. How could we have ever neglected Seeker to Seeker? Or Both Sides Now? I didn't tell her about Hagrid's Hut or Ante Up! either.

Shoot. Now I have to look up links, don't I? *feels lazy, that special kind of 2am lazy*

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[bsafemydeers.livejournal.com]

It was officially after curfew in the Gryffindor bedroom. Footsteps in the hallway, likely McGonagall's, had caused Neville to roll over and glance about for the clock. Three minutes after curfew, but not all Gryffindor boys were in bed.

Until the age of five, Neville had been a heavy enough sleeper that this wouldn't have mattered. And then he had started to worry, what if he was a Squib, what if there was a house elf rebellion, what if the giant scribbled monsters he'd been making earlier in the day came to life and swallowed him up?

At Hogwarts it was no better. There were tests and essays and Snapes and a Dark Lord or two, and every year, Neville had to work harder and harder to go to sleep.

Horribly queer as he thought it, he usually watched the other boys sleep to, well, inspire himself. Harry during first and second year, of course, because he was Harry Potter and Neville was not. But then that stopped working, and Ron was prone to muttering things that made Neville giggle and Seamus was... too straight, Neville would later name it. He was nice enough to look at in the daytime, all fair and Irish, but at night, Neville preferred to gaze at Dean. Dean, with chocolate skin and mocha eyelashes, and whom Neville suspected would really taste like those things if he was, well, tasted.

But really, Neville just liked to look at Dean at night, and watch the rise and fall of his chest and the elegant lay of his fingers on the bedsheets. And on these nights, more and more frequent, when Dean was not there, Neville could only find the best vantage point to see the clock from, and wait, ready to be pretend-asleep when Dean actually came in.

This night, the wait was longer than most, nearly two hours, and Dean came sneaking in, and Neville made one of his famous Big Monumental Mistakes. He allowed himself to be startled and let his wand clatter to the floor. Idiot!

Dean, halfway through his prowl to bed, looked over at him, and when his gleaming dark eyes met Neville's flushed cheeks, Neville gave up.

"I couldn't sleep," said Neville very quietly.

"Sorry I took extra long," answered Dean, changing into his pajamas in graceful, long movements.

Neville's head snapped up from where it was bowed. "What?"

To his surprise and mild terror, Dean was flopping down on his bed. "Stop giving me the fish mouth. You can see me better from here."

"You--"

"--know. And don't worry, you won't catch girl from me, just might get some charcoal or chalk on you." There were arms around Neville.

"Uh, you don't... need to..."

Dean silenced him effectively and quite personally. "Artists notice things. I notice you need some help sleeping. I wanted to kiss you." Apparently, artists followed no rules of logic or being linear, besides noticing things.

"Oh."

"I'll move before the others wake up."

Neville closed his eyes. "You don't have to. I mean, I'm not ashamed. If you're not. Right. If you're not, I'm not, right?"

He opened his eyes again, twisting his head to see Dean asleep.

"Right then." Neville smiled crookedly, nudging Dean's face with his and feeling the feathery touch of eyelashes. "Goodnight, Dean."

Neville went to sleep then.

-fin-

Heh, you don't know me really, and I'm not cool enough to provide a linked first line, but I thought I would leave a drabble. I was bored. The story is 'Guy Talk'. Hope I did you justice!

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Of course I know you! From the Percyfest. *g*

Neville made one of his famous Big Monumental Mistakes *snerks*

Sorry about the brief response -- I'm in my 12-hour day part of the week.

Icarus