Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

How You Meet.

Harry: "Mom, stop.." You groaned lightly, as she pushed your hair out of your face, standing in front of the Hogwarts train. You glanced past her and noticed a short boy with brown hair and glasses standing against the railing. You quickly pushed your mom's hand away and smiled at her, telling her that you were fine on your own now. She agreed and left you there. Slowly, you approached the boy, offering him a gentle smile before introducing yourself.

"I'm y/n." You held your hand out to him, smiling as he shook it.

"I'm Harry." He smiled back, letting his hand fall back to his side.
(This one is also kinda short. Again, sorry.).

Ron: "I don't feel good, Hermione. I'm sick of studying." You heard a soft voice come from the other side of the bookshelf you were currently standing at. You gently pushed a book to the side, peering down at the two younger Gryffindor's.

"Ron, don't you want to pass Snape's class? We only have two more subjects to cover." The young girl spoke, letting out a loud huff, letting her book fall down onto the table.

You slowly moved your hand back away from the book shelf, making your way around the corner of it, placing your hand promptly on your hip as you pursed your lips before opening your mouth to speak.

"Listen to the girl. She knows what she's talking about. You need all the help you can get, judging from Fred and George. I'm assuming you are a Weasley, correct?"

The second year boy glanced up at you, turning a slight shade of red, nodding his head slightly. "I am-"

He was cut off by the girl, "He is a Weasley. But who are you?"

"I'm y/n." You spoke gently, sticking your hand out to her with a soft smile, shaking hers and learning her name before turning to the ginger boy sitting on floor next to her. He awkwardly lifted his hand up to shake yours, his ears turning pink as you grab his hand firmly, shaking it.

"I'm Ron." He mumbled out, smiling brightly as you sat down beside him.

"It's nice to meet the both of you." You gently nudged your shoulder against his, smiling brightly.

Draco: "Filthy Mudblood." You mumbled to yourself, picking your bag back up as the first year ran past you. You rolled your eyes and let out a loud huff, turning to walk the other direction, only to run straight into another person.

"Would you people watch where you're going? Bloody hell," you shouted, starting to shove past them before they grabbed your arm. You glanced up at the person that was now holding onto you, turning a bright shade of red as you realized who you had ran into.

"I'm so sorry, Draco. I mean- Malfoy," you turned a darker shade of red, glancing back away from him.

"It's fine." He chuckled lowly, letting go of your arm. "What's your name?"

"Y/n." You squeaked out, letting your hair fall over your face.

"Well, y/n, stop acting so shy around me. I'm not going to hurt you." He leaned down slightly, looking at you. "Also, I'd prefer Draco over Malfoy."

And with that, he walked past you.

Fred: "Hey!" Someone shouted, shoving you out of the way as they barreled past you, causing you to fall on top of the boy in front of you.

"I am so sorry." You stepped back, regaining your balance to be greeted by a tall red-headed boy.

"It's fine." He let out a soft laugh, holding his hand out to you. "I'm Fred. Fred Weasley."

"I'm y/n." You gently shook his hand, letting a small smile appear on you face.

"Would you like to sit with me and my brothers?" He grinned widely, holding onto your hand and pulling you down the isle.

How had you not noticed these boys before? They were brilliant.
(This one is short, I'm sorry.)

George: "C'mon! We're going to be late!" Hermione squealed, running up the the platform, holding onto your hand as she pulled you through, pushing you in front of her, causing you to run right into the one and only, George Weasley.

"Shit.." You mumbled under your breath before glancing up to look at him as he turned around. "I am so sorry. It's my sisters first year and she's in a huge hurry, thinking she's going to be late and all." You spoke gently, pulling your arm away from Hermione.

"Oh, it's fine. This is Ron's first year, too." He smiled brightly, pointing over to his younger sibling.

I nodded quickly, smiling back. "Would you mind if I sat with you on the train? Ron and Hermione could also sit together."

"That'd be great, but my brother, Fred, will also be joining us. Can I get your name?" He stuck his hand out at you, offering for you to shake it.

"I'm y/n." You shook his hand gently.

"Great, lovely name. Let's get to moving then." He held onto your hand, pulling you over to the train.