weeee! fun meme!

nabbed from dimedici:

If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, post exactly one sentence/paragraph/whatever from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).

Everything but Dirty Trousers, which I write day by day and haven't gotten to this morning yet :)

Don't Feed the Squirrels (summer crackfic)
Ron nodded an absent hello as Hermione fell into step next to him, then jumped three feet sideways because what the hell? “What the hell?”

She gave him a tight smile. “Hello, Ron, we’ve come to keep an eye on you—”

“We?” Ron echoed weakly. He flashed a look over his shoulder, spotted the three other girls, and let out a small meep.

“—but excuse me while I go kick Kevin’s arse.” She pushed up her sleeves and stalked off ahead of him.

Nighthawk (chapter 10, B/Hr)
“I’m not moving,” Harry pointed out, clasping her wrists and hauling her upright, “you are. Ready to go?”

Hermione slumped bonelessly against him, resting her cheek on his chest. “Yeah,” she breathed.

“This wasn’t smart,” he said softly, hefting her almost entirely off her feet.

“I know.” She nuzzled her nose into his robe. Harry always had the nicest scent about him.

“We’re Apparating, so close your eyes. If you throw up on me I’ll never forgive you.”

Stranger Things Have Happened (B/Hr)
“I suppose you’re going to tell me I’m dead now, aren’t you?” She looked frazzled, bewildered and comically put-out, a circle of generous space between her and the growing crowd, a large stick occasionally jabbing her in the side – which she kept brushing off with a mean glare. You couldn’t actually touch a Breather, on either side of Reception. The temptation to stay in Heaven would be too hard for the still-alive soul to resist.