Harry Potter Preferences

Your first fight pt 1

A/N: thank you so much for 60 reads!

Harry: You were studying with Hermione in the common room. Most people went to Hogsmeade for the day, so you two were alone. Harry and Ron suddenly burst into the room, Harry with a bloody nose and swollen lip. You stand up and march over to him, pulling him away from the other two. "What happened?" You ask. "Got in a fight with Malfoy." He grins, trying to kiss your cheek. You push him away, suddenly angry. "You need to stop picking fights with him! You're always finding a way to annoy him and get yourself hurt!" He frowns. "He's the one that always mocks me! I have a valid reason to try and punch him!" You cross your arms. "He isn't worth it! It's like you're dating him!" You storm off into your dormitory. Did you and Harry just fight about Malfoy?

Ron: It's your fourth year at Hogwarts, and you are excited to learn that the Triwizard Tournament is taking place at Hogwarts. After Dumbledore's announcement, the Beauxbatons enter the great hall. You notice Ron staring at the girls from the school and shrug it off. But when one of them talks to him and he answers with, "Anything for you, beautiful." you get angry. Back in the common room, you storm into the boys dormitory. You march over to Ron and slap his cheek. "Oi! What was that for?" He says angrily. "For looking at those girls at dinner and saying 'anything for you, beautiful'!" You yell, holding back tears. He opens his mouth to say something but you march out of the dorm before he can say anything.

Draco: You walk with your best friend down the corridors to get to your next class: Transfiguration. As you pass one corridor, you spot the familiar bleach blonde hair of Draco. You tell your friend that you'll catch up. You start to walk over to Draco when you realize he's talking to Pansy Parkinson. No, not talking, kissing. Pansy smirks as she sees you and walks away. Draco turns around, his cheeks red. "What was that all about?" You yell, trying not to cry. "I didn't-she.." he stutters. "That's it, we're through!" You scream at him and run for your friend, leaving a speechless Draco alone.

Fred: You walk out of the library with the charms book you were looking for. You start to walk to the Great Hall for dinner. You see Fred and you both break into cheesy grins. As you start to walk to him, another Ravenclaw boy steps in front of you. "Excuse me, I need to get around you." You say politely. He grabs you and kisses you, and then leaves. You just stand there in shock, until an angry Fred snaps in your face. "Hello, earth to y/n! What was that?!" He says angrily. "I-I don't know, he just-" You stammer. Fred crosses his arms. "Yeah, but you didn't stop him." Now you're angry because first of all, you were in shock, and second of all he was twice your size. "I trusted you to do the right thing." Fred whispers with sad eyes before going towards the Gryffindor tower.

George: You sat down with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny for lunch, taking a break from the twins. You wave and smile at George when he sits down a little farther away. Hermione is blabbering about something as always, so you look around at your fellow students to block her out. Your attention falls on George...and his brother's ex-girlfriend Angelina Johnson. She sits next to him and starts fixing his hair in a flirty manner. He goes red but doesn't do anything. After lunch, when he tries to talk to you, you ignore him. "Is this about lunch?" he yells at you, making you stop walking. "Yes, it is. Why did you let her do that?" He opens his mouth but then stomps his foot and marches away.

Oliver: You are the Chaser on the Gryffindor team, and have been since second yeaf. That was how you met Oliver. But lately he had been putting Quidditch before you. You decide to confront him after practice. As the rest of the team leaves, you walk over to him. "Hey, y/n" he says and wraps his arm around you, but you shrug him off. "You've been pushing me aside for the past few weeks. I know Quidditch is important but you're making me feel like a distraction for you." You say firmly. "Y/n, I-" he stutters. "Oh, so now you're not going to talk!" You yell before marching away from the field