Harry Potter Imagines and Preferences

When You Started Liking Them ~~ Preference

Harry:
"Harry!  No, I'm not going to." You cross your arms.

"(y/n), I need you to." Harry patted your shoulder.

He wanted you to stay in the common room while he left in the dead of night.  You had managed to sneak out and find them, but Harry saw you.

"No!" You whisper-yell.

"(y/n), I will make Hermione force you into the common room."

"And I will make myself come with you." you pause, "If that made any sense."

"It didn't," He rolled his eyes, "Neville said he didn't want us to go out, but this is different."

"I want to come with!" You stomped your foot.

"No, that's final." He was like your brother, very protective.

"Harry, we need to go." Hermione walked over, "Locomotor Mortis."

She whispered under her breath.  Your body tensed up and froze, making you fall over.  Harry basically threw you back into the Ravenclaw common room, but you were okay.  You felt safe in his arms and almost started blushing when he told you that it was for your own good.  You liked him.

Ron:
You were watching the 'Golden Trio' at the Gryffindor table.  Ron was stuffing his face and Hermione was giving him a disgusted look.  You really wanted to be their friend, but knew they would never be close like you wished it would be.  All of a sudden you realized Harry was making eye-contact with you.  He says something to his friends and they look at you.  You open your mouth a little, like you were going to speak, closing it again.  You're speechless. Ron started laughing, which made your cheeks flush and you're nerve stand on edge. You felt angry that he was laughing at you, but also very upset that he would. Abandoning your breakfast, you stood up and ran out of the hall. The 'Golden Trio's eyes still glued to you. Ron immediately stopped laughing, his face growing pale. Harry, Hermione, and Ron all sprang up and followed you. After sprinting down halls and plunging into the Hufflepuff common room, you started sobbing.

"(y/n)?  Come out, we know you're in there." Harry's voice drifted through the door.

"Leave me alone!  Wait," you perked your head up, "how do you know my name."

"Um...well...Hermione?"

"(y/n), come out an let's chat in the girls' bathroom." Hermione was calm.

Getting up, you reluctantly walked toward the door.  You hesitated to push it open.  Harry and Ron didn't say anything about the tears streaming down your face, they were both looking at the floor.  You glanced over at Ron's hair, causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach.  No, no, no, no, you thought over and over again.  You had a crush on someone you'll never have, might as well be dead.  That will never happen.

Neville:
It was Lunch, but you weren't hungry.  You stumbled upon the Herbology classroom/greenhouse.  You saw Neville sitting there.  It was your last year at Hogwarts and you felt awful leaving him, your best friend.  Neville didn't notice you, he was observing the plants and taking in the scenery.  Walking silently up to him, you sat in the grass, staring at the sky.

"I love the afternoon sky, don't you?" You watched him flinch at your sudden words.

"Yeah, almost as much as I like y-" He turns pale, "as I like the morning sky...yeah, that's it." he stammers.

"I watch both, do you?" A small smile sprouted (a/n: SEE WHAT I DID THERE ;D) on your face.

"Sometimes."