Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

How he asks you to be his.

Harry: The two of you were having a normal chat one day, when Harry randomly brings up the topic of crushes. He asks you who yours is, and of course you don't tell him, with it being him and all. So, he doesn't tell you his.

Later on that day, you run into Harry on your way to class and he hands you a book, claiming that you left it in the common room. Confused, you take the book anyway and proceed to class.

In the middle of class, you start to get bored and decide to see which book you had forgotten.

Upon opening this book, you saw a photograph of you and Harry on your first trip to Hogsmeade. You smile slightly and turn the page, seeing another picture of the two of you in the dining hall. As you continue to flip through the pages, you see more and more pictures of the two of you leading up to the current day. Turning to the very last page of the book, in huge, sloppy handwriting, you see the words, "LET'S ADD ANOTHER CHAPTER TO THIS BOOK, BE MINE?"

Letting out a soft giggle as your cheeks turned pink, you closed the book, turning your attention back to the teacher.

Once class was over, you rushed out of the classroom, books in hand, and went to find Harry.

You quickly found him, shifting your books to one arm, throwing your other arm around his neck, nodding quickly. "Yes! I'll be yours!" You smiled brightly, as he did the same, holding him close to you in the middle of the hallway.

Ron: You had noticed Ron's attitude seemed a little off. You tried asking him about it, but he'd just shrug it off and pretend he didn't know what you were talking about. Everytime he saw you, his face would turn red and he'd start stuttering, which made you a little worried.

All throughout the week, Ron acted this way. You knew something was off, and asked everyone you knew what was going on but no one seemed to want to tell you.

Discouraged and defeated, you finally gave up on trying to get Ron to talk. You decided that avoiding him would be the best solution at that moment.

When Ron saw you sitting alone in the common room later on that evening reading a book, he quietly walked up to you and pulled the book out of your hand, tossing it to the table in front of you.

You looked up at him, furrowing your eyebrows, becoming angry with the ginger boy. "Why'd you do that for?" You fumed, pushing yourself up from the chair, pushing past him.

Ron gently grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him, wrapping his arms tightly around your body, resting his chin against the top of your head, mumbling softly, "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. Please, forgive me."

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his torso, moving closer against him, nuzzling your nose against his chest.

"Y/n.. Will you be my girlfriend?" He whispered against your hair, gently rubbing his hand up your back.

You nodded gently, smiling brightly against his chest, tightening your grip around him. "Just don't act all weird like that ever again."

"I was nervous.. About asking you." He mumbled out, letting his eyes fall shut.

Draco: You and Draco had become very close, but he didn't want to go public with it. He would always make an excuse and say he couldn't eat with you or that he couldn't sit with you in class, but when it was just the two of you, he would always be around you and constantly talk about pointless stuff. You didn't understand why he wanted to hide your friendship from everyone else, considering the two of you were just alike and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Malfoy." You greeted as he entered the common room, walking over towards you.

"y/l/n." He greeted back, keeping his eyes off of you.

"What's your problem? Why don't you want to talk to me anymore?" You furrowed your eyebrows, setting your book down on the couch.

"I don't want to say the wrong thing. You might not like me anymore." He shrugged slightly, keeping his eyes focused out the window.

"Draco.. C'mon. How could I not like you?"

"What if I told you that I liked you? In more than a friendly way?" He mumbled, leaning against the window slightly.

"I'd be beyond thrilled. Stop acting this way. It's childish, and unnecessary, Malfoy. Just ask me already." You scolded, standing up from your spot on the couch.

"Okay.. Be my girlfriend?" He looked over at you, raising his eyebrow slightly.

"Duh." You let out a soft laugh, making your way over to him, gently wrapping one of your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his shoulder.

Fred: It was that day of the week again. The day that your owl's came with your letters. You anxiously waited, hoping to find one from your mother but was in for a huge surprise.

On arrival of the owl's, yours was one of the last to come. Once everyone had settled down, yours finally reached you.

Before you even grabbed it, you realized immediately what it was. A howler.

Picking it up slowly, you opened it.

"BE MY GIRLFRIEND? -FRED WEASLEY" It screeched, causing everyone to turn and look at you.

Your face turned bright red as you sat it down on the table, hiding your face with your hands.

You felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around your waist and a chin find it's way onto your shoulder. "So, will you?" The voice mumbled against your ear.

You nodded quickly, smiling brightly as you turned around to face the owner of the voice.

George: Fred and George were planning something big. They had to be. But it hurt your feelings that they wouldn't let you in on it. They always included you in their pranks.

Just as class was coming to an end, you heard a loud bang, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Glancing up from the table, you saw Fred, with a huge smile plastered on his face, standing at the front of the classroom.

"What do you think you're doing?" Snape fumed, making his way over to Fred.

Just as Professor Snape got to the boy, George popped up beside you, holding his hand out to you.

You gently took it, clearly confused as he pulled you up out of your seat, walking you to the front of the classroom.

He quickly let go of your hand, looking over at Fred as Snape grabbed onto his arm before glancing back over at you, "Be my girlfriend, y/n." He shouted, looking at you with pleading eyes.

You blushed furiously before nodding a quick yes. "Of course, but why here? We're all going to get detention."

"More time I get to spend with you, I suppose." He grinned cheekily, kissing your nose gently before turning to run out of the classroom before Snape caught him as well.