Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

When he realizes he likes you.

Harry: Stepping out onto the balcony, you peered over the edge, gripping onto the brick underneath your hands, letting out a soft sigh as the snow gently came down on you. Glancing up, you see that the sky is getting darker and the clouds are starting to move slower. Smiling to yourself, you lift yourself up onto the brick, sitting on it with your legs pulled up to your chest, leaning against the side as you continue to look down over your shoulder.

"Y/n?" You heard your best friend, Harry, call out softly.

You glanced up at him shortly before turning back to the snow covered ground, shifting your body slightly so that he could sit across from you. You continued watching the snow fall, allowing Harry to watch with you.

You hadn't realized that Harry was no longer looking at the snow, but at you, as he watched the snow fall into your hair.

You were breathing slowly, sitting still, allowing the snow to fall onto you. Harry loved how you wanted to escape from the real world, and just let there be silence.

In that moment, Harry realized that you were everything he'd been looking for. A quiet, down-to-earth girl that didn't care about the bad stuff going on.

Ron: You were currently on your way to Hogsmeade with the Golden Trio, Ron by your side as Harry and Hermione walked in front.

Walking closely beside Ron, gently brushing your shoulder against his, you smiled lightly to yourself, slowly moving your hand closer to his.

He glanced over at you as your hands brushed, feeling a tingling sensation in his fingers where they just touched your hand.

Looking over at him, you grab onto his hand, lacing your fingers in his, lightly swinging your arms back and forth.

Ron looked down at his feet, his face turning a bright red as he started thinking about how nice you were to him and how pretty he thought you were, realizing that he had a crush on you.

Draco: Sitting down at the table, you glanced sideways at Draco, giving him a soft smile before turning towards your plate, picking up your fork, shoveling a fork full of food into your mouth.

Not noticing, Draco watched you, slightly smiling to himself, realized how beautiful you actually are. How could he have not realized this before? You were amazing to him.. And just like him. Maybe he should pay more attention.

Fred: "y/nnnn!" Fred begged, pouting out his lower lip slightly as he looked at you, grabbing your hand with his, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckle. "Why can't you just tell me? We are best friends, after all. It's not like I'll tease you about it!"

Fred was currently trying to get you to tell him what you had done to get detention from Snape. You were embarrassed to tell him, because it involved your crush on Fred.

"Fred.. No, I'll tell you some other time." You glanced down at his hand on yours, turning a slight shade of red before glancing behind him, seeing George walk up.

George raised his eyebrow slightly, noticing your hand in Fred's, before shrugging it off and continuing to walk on.

"Y/n.. You know I won't care." He mumbled softly, looking at you with pleading eyes.

You continued to keep your eyes off of him, not wanting to cave in to his pleads.

Fred gently let go of your hand, leaning towards you, tightly wrapping his arms around your body, sending chills down your back, causing your face to turn bright red.

Slowly, you lifted your arms up and gently wrapped them around his torso, wondering why he suddenly felt the need to hug you.

Fred had his reasons. He wanted to touch you. He wanted you close to him. He wanted to know if what he was feeling was true. Now he knew. He really does like you.

George: Lately, George has been very distant, not wanting to hang out and barely talking to you when you guys did hang out. He never included you in pranks anymore, and always wanted to hang out with Fred.

Eventually, you stopped trying to get his attention and kept to yourself. Hermione would occasionally speak to you, but with her being a first year, it was quite hard to keep in touch.

"Y/n?.." You heard George call from the doorway of the common room.

You didn't look up, but kept reading your book, pretending you didn't hear him.

"Y/n, I'm sorry for whatever I did.." He slowly walked towards you, placing his hand gently on your cheek, turning your face up to look at him.

Looking down at you, George realized that avoiding you was not the thing to do. He realized that if he has feelings for you, then he needs to act on it. He needs to eventually tell you how he feels, and not run from you.