Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

When you meet his family.

Harry: (I'm at a loss but?? I think I'm going to skip his. I can't decide if I want to use Sirius or not, so.)

Ron:
"Ron, it's going to be brilliant! I'm sure your family is just fine. Besides, I've already met three of your brothers and your sister! How bad could it be?" You gently nudged your shoulder against Ron's, giving him a small smile as you reach your hand down to his, gently lacing your fingers in his, squeezing his hand reassuringly as you took a step up to the door of his house.

"I.. don't know, y/n. What if you think they're weird?" He lifted his free hand up, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he held back when you stepped forward, stretching his arm out to keep a hold on your hand.

"I've practically already met them! I only need to meet your parents, Charlie, and Bill!" You let out a soft laugh, tugging him forward as the front door swung open, revealing a middle-aged woman with ginger hair, assuming it to be Ron's mother.

"You must be y/n!! Oh, it's such a pleasure to meet you! Ron says such lovely things about you, and as I can see, his description matches you just perfectly." She grinned widely, striding towards the two of you, tightly wrapping her arms around your shoulders, pulling you towards her, pulling your hand away from Ron's.

You let out a soft laugh and gently hugged her back as you heard Ron whine softly from behind you, "Moooom, give her space!"

"Oh, Ron! The girl is fine!" Your mother gushed, releasing you from her grip as Ron gently tugged on your arm.

You glanced over at him, rolling your eyes playfully as he bent down slightly, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

"She's lovely, Ron.." You heard his mother whisper to him as the three of you stepped into the house.

Draco:
"Oh, I hope they like her.." Draco muttered under his breath, combing his fingers through his hair as he turned to look at you sitting on his bed inside of the Malfoy home, noticing how you were anxiously playing with your fingers, but tried your hardest to hide the emotions running through your brain at that very moment.

Giving him a small smile, you ascend from the bed, sauntering towards him, lightly brushing your fingers along his pale jawbone before letting your hand fall back to your side, offering him a small smile.

Returning your smile, Draco grabbed the hand you were just using to caress his cheek and laced his fingers in yours, gently tugging you towards his bedroom door, pulling it open and stepping out, leading you down the hall to the living room.

Squeezing your hand lightly, the two of you stepped into the living room, offering his parents a small smile.

"Draco.." His father pushed himself up off of the couch, stalking towards the two of you, stopping directly in front of you. "Who is this?" He said with genuine curiosity in his voice.

"Father, this is y/n. My girlfriend" He spoke smoothly and firmly, offering a small glance towards you for reassurance.

"This is the lovely girl you've been speaking of?" His mother arose from the couch, a wide grin spreading across her face. "She's so beautiful, Draco.." She gushed, holding her arms out to you as if to offer you a hug.

Smiling kindly, you let Draco's hand out of your grip as she wrapped her arms around you, returning the hug. "It's great to finally meet you." She whispered in your ear, pulling back away quickly.

Fred: You had already met Fred's family many times before, and they absolutely adore you and love having you around. You spend parts of your summer over there and stay with them on Christmas since your family doesn't enjoy your company. George is your best friend and Ginny and Ron love to tease you about Fred.

George: "Oooooh, Georgie!" You cooed, peaking your head in the doorway of the bathroom. "Your family is home!"

"Already? I haven't prepared enough! y/n, I really want it to be perfect when they meet you." He huffed, frustrated with himself. "And don't call me Georgie, princess." He teased, walking towards the door, pulling it fully open as he engulfed you in a hug.

"George? Are you up here?" You heard a feminine voice call from downstairs.

"Yes, mother!" George pulled away from you, grabbing onto your hand as he tugged you down the hall and steps, a wide grin appearing on his face as his mother let out a loud gasp.

"Is this Y/n?" She practically yelled, rushing towards the two of you, a smile also consuming her face. "It's about time we meet her! She's very beautiful, George."

"Mom, have you seen my- Oh, y/n! It's nice to see he finally brought you home." Fred smiled, walking up beside his mother.