Harry Potter Imagines and Preferences

How You Met ~~ Preference

Harry:
You had heard that The Boy Who Lived was in your year, but you had never seen him.  Other then the Sorting Ceremony.  You were headed to your Charms class when someone knocked into your shoulder.  This caused you to fall backwards, hitting the person's feet out from under them.  You landed on the floor with a thud, them landing on top of you.  You opened your eyes to see carrot colored hair.  The person rolled off you, you got up.  Offering a hand to the red-headed boy, you helped him up also.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going.  We should both be a little more careful." you let out a small laugh.

"Yeah, have I met you before?  Are you new?" He scratches the back of his neck.

"No, I just tend to isolate myself from people to continue my studies.  I'm in third year." You feel his eyes bore holes into the top of your head, as you were looking at the ground.

"Really?  I have never seen you."

"Yeah, no one really has."

"Hey!  Harry!  Hermione!" He waves his friends over, "This is, um, I never caught your name."

"I'm (y/n), (y/n) (y/l/n)." You hold your hand towards Hermione.

"Hermione Granger." She shakes your hand, causing her hair to bob up and down.

"Nice to meet you." you stick your hand toward the boy, not picking up on who it was.

"Harry, Harry Po-Potter." He stuttered out, taking your hand gingerly.

"Oh," you step back, astounded, "I'm sorry, I'm awkward."

You laugh a little, making them laugh too.

Ron:
You tumbled down the stairs, dropping your books and quills.  Draco had pushed you again, calling you mudblood and basically throwing you down the ever-changing stairs.  He laughed maniacally at the top.  You felt someone grab your arm, almost falling with you.  They stood they're ground pretty well, but that didn't stop you from rolling down a couple more steps.  The floor was no longer under you and you were dangling from the staircase with a redhead grasping your arm.  It was moving slowly, but if you didn't get up soon, it would crush you between the platforms.  The boy holding you began trying to help you up, you clutched onto his arm tightly.  All of a sudden, you heard someone yelling at you to give them your other hand.  Flinging your arm towards them, they caught it.  It took all of your strength, and some adrenaline since you were about to be squashed, but both your feet were planted on the ground again.

"Thanks, it's never happened to be a moving staircase before." you brush off your robes.

"Sorry, Malfoy can be a jerk." You look up to see Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, standing there.

"It's fine, I know." the boy with red hair seems envious of the looks you're giving Harry, mostly of astonishment.

"I'm Ron Weasley," He says, cutting what Harry was about to say off, looking sheepishly at you, "You should meet Hermione, I think she would like you."

You giggle a little at how his voice seemed to have given out.  It got quieter and quieter and was barley audible by the end.

"I'd love to." you burst out laughing at his red face, making him smile softly at you.

Neville:
"May I be of assistance?" you ask obediently, mimicking what your parents taught you.

The boy stood in the doorway with a confused look plastered upon his face.  He walk into your compartment and sat down, his blonde hair gleaming.  You had seen him before, when you would look out the window from your room, when your mother had guests.