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Guess the fic meme
I will post the first paragraph or two from 10 of my favorite fics. You tell me the name of the fic and the author. Authors please don't spoil it if it is your fic!

They're all H/D, to give you a hint. :D


[1] Momenti Diversi by zarah5, first guessed by pikkalam_sri

"Nice. A tad plebeian, but then, what did I expect?"

"Malfoy?" Harry had opened the door and taken a surprised step back before he remembered that yeah, no, not such a good idea because it gave Malfoy the opportunity to squeeze past him with a delicate brush of his fingers against Harry’s thigh. Handle of the wide-open door still in one hand, Harry watched through narrowed eyes as Malfoy sprawled on his couch and eyed the living room of the cottage as though it all belonged to him.

Harry pointedly closed the door and crossed the floor to sit down in the single armchair. "So." He waited until Malfoy’s gaze stopped travelling the room, then wished he hadn’t because Malfoy seemed to take this as his cue to start perusing the length of Harry’s body. Harry cleared his throat. "I take it the Ministry sent you?"


[2] Sweet by lydiabennet, first guessed by ella_bane

What Hogsmeade needed, Draco decided, was a brothel. Or if not a brothel, an opium den or a betting parlour. How was it possible for intelligent adults to survive without some honest urban blight?

Draco lounged across the street from Honeydukes, idly flipping his wand with one hand and sneering at the world in general. A large sign advertising the Daily Prophet shielded him from prying eyes. NOT that Draco was in any way reluctant to be seen, oh no. A Malfoy never lurks. A Malfoy may, on occasion, choose to reveal himself strategically, Draco thought, casting a mild concealing glamour over himself so that a clutch of passing Hufflepuffs would mistake him for a birdbath. But he does not lurk, nor does he hover, nor, above all does he wait, particularly for Gryffindors. He . . . he lounges, and he observes the passing scene.


[3] Snatch by didntyoupotter, first guessed by therealw

Draco Malfoy was not a stupid boy, despite what rather a lot of people thought. So when he found himself face to face with Voldemort the summer before his sixth year, the decision he made was not a hard one.

"Will you fight for me, Draco Malfoy?" Voldemort hissed.

"Yes," Draco had said, with utmost sincerity. And then sent an owl to Dumbledore.


[4] Nine Days Till Christmas by rurounihime, first guessed by mordyn4

Draco spluttered and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. "Excuse me, Potter?"

Thank goodness the Great Hall was at its noisiest during lunch, because this was not going as well as Harry had hoped. He took a deep breath and smiled at the Slytherin sitting in front of him. "I just asked you if you would like to—"

Draco snorted, an odd smile twisting his lips. "I heard you, believe me. And my answer is no."


[5] Let's Pretend the War Is Over by pir8fancier, first guessed by therealw

The anniversary of his mother's death was on a Thursday this year, which irritated Draco to no end. Thursday was such a mundane day, its only claim to fame being that it was the precursor to Friday. Her anniversary should always be on a Sunday; it had a gravitas about it. A stateliness that suited his mother. Not like some stinking, second-rate day like Thursday. Draco would have honored her on a Sunday every year if it hadn't struck him as being slightly mad. A state that he was trying to avoid at all costs. Which was proving a little more difficult than he anticipated.

The post-war years had not been kind. To put it mildly. Having been brought up with the tom-toms of tradition, history, and his place in this history beating in his ears on a constant basis, the silencing, no, the disintegration of those drums left an unbearable void that he was helpless to fill. The Manor destroyed in the war. His friends killed. His parents dead. There was really nothing left.


[6] Checkmating by mahaliem, first guessed by painless_j

It was time, Ron decided, for him to start doing what he did best.

Harry and Hermione had been using their strengths to fight Voldemort. Harry was great at performing heroic deeds and Hermione was brimming with knowledge from books. What Ron was good at was strategy. Give him a chessboard and he could develop a plan for how to win. He just had to start thinking of the war with Voldemort as a game.

So Ron thought and thought and thought, and finally came up with a plan.

His plan was for Harry to get laid.


[7] Beautiful Stranger by silentauror, first guessed by mordyn4

Harry stared into his closet for the tenth straight minute, fingers thrust roughly into his hair, and tried in vain to decide what to wear. A club, Hermione had said. Just a club. That hadn't helped. Harry never went to clubs. When he did go out, it was usually with Ron, sometimes Dean, Seamus, Neville, or the twins, and it was the Leaky Cauldron. That was familiar territory. But since they'd all graduated six months ago, Hermione had broken out of her standard behavioural pattern, fairly significantly, engagement to Ron, forsooth. She and Ginny had taken to going out, quite frequently. Sometimes Ron went with them, but not usually. Ron, after the first few tries, had attempted to get Harry to come, too, but Harry had stoically refused time and again.

Tonight, however, Hermione had won out. It was her birthday, and she had gotten quite insistent. The Ministry job was not exactly taxing, and Harry couldn't even protest a heavy workload to get out of it. So, here he was, one hand on his still-too-skinny hip, one in his hair, trying to work out what to wear. It was no good. Harry turned abruptly, left his messy bedroom and Floo-called Ron.

"What am I supposed to wear to this place?" he asked irritably.


[8] Under the Ivy by coffeejunkii, first guessed by ella_bane

"Spoon, Harry." Hermione looks at him expectantly.

Harry can hear the word loud and clear in his head. "Fork."

He turns his eyes away so he won't have to endure the disappointed look on her face.

"Well, maybe we should finish for today." She sounds weary.

"No." Harry hates when she gives up on him so easily. But maybe repeating the same sentence five times without any tangible results isn't giving up easily.

Hermione looks over her notes for a moment. "Okay." Sitting up straighter, she says in her teaching voice, "May I have the spoon, please."


[9] Obscurity of Love by mony2208, guessed by nobody. Tsk tsk. :P

Harry Potter padded silently through the dim, deserted hallways of Hogwarts. Night had fallen long ago, as had curfew, but that did not seem to deter the raven-haired youth who remained deep in thought as he passed snoozing portraits and the occasional snoring knight. He wasn’t taking any particular direction or heading towards any specific destination; he just walked, head down and arms tightly held across his chest to stave off the cold seeping from the stonewalls. Normally, his Invisibility Cloak would accompany him in his wanderings, providing him with some warmth and protection, but for once, he was without both, having leant it to Ron and Hermione for the night.

Having watched their sickly sweet relationship go through all the progressive stages, Harry hadn’t needed to speculate too long on what they would be using it for. Nor had he wanted to really. Firstly, because they were his closest friends, and secondly, the thought of them being so happy together struck an uneasy chord deep inside him.

Additional clue (because people are having problems guessing the fic): somebody's invisible in this fic. :D


[10] Eclipse by mijan, first guessed by mordyn4

If the corridors of Hogwarts were interesting during the day, they were nothing short of breathtaking at night. The very walls shimmered faintly with the ethereal glow of residual magic. The shadows themselves seemed to hold things that just could not exist in the light, tricking the senses with hints that something was hiding in their darkest corners. Tonight, that just happened to be true.

Draco Malfoy cared nothing for the splendid scenery of Hogwarts at night. He had left the dungeons behind for a long-awaited mission, and the promise of sweet revenge. Earlier that day, at the end of Potions class, he had managed to slip Potter's Potions assignment out of the other boy's bag. The assignment was due the next day, and if Potter wanted any chance of passing the class, he would have to go looking for it. When he did, Draco would be waiting for him. It was so simple. So simple, yet so masterfully executed. Now, all he had to do was wait.


It was so difficult to decide which fics to pick. I have so many favourites... So I just decided not to be too obvious. >:D

Also, look at the icon that coell_icons animated for me! Harry's petting his ferret! *snicker* :D