hp boys react

how you met

Harry: You were rushing through King's Cross Station, trying to make it to platform 9¾ before 11:00, with only five minutes to spare. In your haste, you bumped into someone. "Shit, sorry! I didn't see you there," you said, helping them up. As they stood, you caught a glimpse of bright green eyes. "Don't worry about it," he replied, looking up at you. "You're Harry Potter, right?" you asked, intrigued. "Yeah, and you are?" he responded. "Oh right, I'm Y/N Y/L/N," you said, extending your hand for a shake.

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Ron: You were sneaking into the kitchen late at night when you tripped and landed squarely on top of someone. "Bloody hell!" they exclaimed. "Merlin's beard, I am so sorry!" you hurriedly said, getting off them. "It's fine, just be careful next time," they replied with a wave of their hand. As you stepped back, you noticed his untidy ginger hair and freckled face. "Hi, I'm Ron Weasley." "Well, it's nice to meet you, Ron. I'm Y/N Y/L/N," you said, offering a smile.

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Draco: As you entered Malfoy Manor with your parents, a woman with striking black hair and white streaks greeted you, alongside a man with long bleached blonde hair and a boy who resembled him but with a short, gelled style. Narcissa, Lucius, and Draco Malfoy. While your parents chatted, you wandered into the living room, where you found yourself engrossed in conversation with Draco. To your surprise, you discovered you had a lot in common.

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Blaise: Sitting alone in a train compartment on your way to Hogwarts for your second year, you were lost in thought when a small knock interrupted you. You looked up to see a boy leaning against the door. "Do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full," he asked, scratching his neck awkwardly. "Sure, take a seat," you replied. He smiled and settled down beside you. "I'm Blaise Zabini," he introduced, holding out his hand. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N," you responded, and the two of you talked until the train came to a stop, exchanging farewells before parting ways.

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Neville: After accidentally dropping a plant pot in Herbology, you stayed behind to clean up. As you finished, a peculiar-looking plant caught your eye, resembling an oversized flytrap. Just as you reached out to touch it, a voice startled you. "I-I wouldn't touch that if I were you," said a tall boy with messy brown hair, holding a small cactus-like plant. "Why? What would happen?" you asked, half curious, half scared. "It would sting your finger and knock you out for nine hours," he replied nervously. "Oh, well, thanks for the warning..." you said. "Neville Longbottom," he introduced. "Nice to meet you, Neville. I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

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Seamus: In potions class, Snape assigned everyone to brew a sleeping draught. As you added flobberworm mucus, a sudden explosion of purple gas erupted, painting your face a deep shade of violet. While cleaning up the mess, you noticed a scruffy-looking boy who had also caused a mishap. Intrigued by his chaotic energy, you decided to introduce yourself after class.

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Dean: Stepping into the Hogs Head, a blast of cold air hit you, prompting an exaggerated exclamation: "It's freezing in here! My nipples could probably cut glass!" Heads turned in your direction, and you shot a glare at the onlookers as you made your way to your friends. "Sorry about that," you mumbled upon reaching them. You noticed a boy seated next to Missy. "Hey Missy, who's your friend?" you asked, settling down beside them. "Hey, Y/N! This is Dean. Dean, this is my rather loud friend, Y/N," she said, sending you a teasing look as you shook his hand.

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Fred: You heard Fred and George shouting excitedly as you approached the Black Lake. "Bets, place your bets! Three boys and one girl competing! Who will win? Harry, Cedric, Krum, or Fleur?" Intrigued, you made your way over. "I'd like to place a bet on Harry," you declared confidently. Fred, holding out slips of paper, asked, "How much are you willing to bet?" "20 Galleons," you replied without hesitation. With a mischievous grin, Fred added, "Alright, but if Harry loses, I get your number." You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Deal."

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George: As you walked to the common room, a bucket of green slime suddenly tipped over, drenching you from head to toe. "What in Merlin's beard?!" you exclaimed, wiping the goo from your face. "Sorry, sorry! Wrong person! But you've gotta admit that was funny," one of the twins laughed, clutching his stomach. "Fine, it was funny. But who was it supposed to be for?" you asked, pulling out your wand and casting a cleaning spell. "You know the Gryffindor commentator, Lee Jordan? Him. We're in the middle of a prank battle," he explained, grinning.

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Cedric: You were sitting on a bench in a Hogwarts corridor, watching the rain pour and listening to music, when a tall boy with wet hair walked in, shaking the droplets from his locks. He was undeniably handsome, and as he glanced around, likely searching for friends, you recognized him as Cedric Diggory. He noticed you looking out the window with your AirPods in and approached. "Hey, what are you listening to?" he asked, taking a seat beside you. "Wonderwall by Oasis," you replied, taking an AirPod out. "I heard that's supposed to be good. Mind if I listen?" He smiled as you handed him one.

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Oliver: After saying goodbye to your parents, you began to organize your belongings on the train when you noticed a boy watching you from the corridor. You hesitated, wondering if you should invite him in. Before you could decide, he approached with a thick Scottish accent. "Do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full." He smiled nervously. "Yeah, sure! I'm Y/N, by the way," you introduced yourself as he took a seat across from you. "I'm Oliver Wood, Gryffindor team captain," he said before asking, "What year are you in?" "Fifth," you replied. "Same here."

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Tom: While studying for an upcoming potions test in the library, you felt someone's gaze on you. Turning your head, you met the eyes of a boy with short, wavy hair and piercing dark gray eyes. Instead of looking away, you held his gaze until he broke it and began striding toward you, a confident smirk on his face. "Can I help you?" you asked, shutting your book and looking into his eyes defiantly. "Actually, yes. I'm struggling with potions-can I study with you?" he inquired. "Okay," you replied, intrigued.

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Question of the day

Who Is your favourite?

Mine Neville/george