harry potter imagines and preferences {OPEN}

↣ how you meet ↢

↳Harry: 

You two met on the train in your first year. You were walking down the aisle when you bumped into someone.

"Ouch!" You muttered, rubbing your forehead.

"I'm sorry! Are you ok?" The boy exclaimed. You smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm-" you stopped when you saw he had a scar on his head.

"Merlin's Beard, you're Harry Potter!" You reached out to touch it, but then realized how stupid you looked, and pulled away, blushing madly. Harry was blushing as well. "I-I'm Harry Potter." He began. You just giggled. "I know, I already said that." This caused Harry to grow redder, and for you to giggle louder. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N)." You said, sticking your hand out for him to shake. "Nice to meet you."

↳Ron: 

Ron actually met you through Ginny. You are a year younger than him and became friends with Ginny first. You met him the summer going into your second year (his third) because Ginny invited you to stay at the burrow for a while. It was your first day there, and you met everybody so far except Ron. You were walking towards the kitchen to get some water when you heard someone yelling behind the open refrigerator door (do wizards use fridges or what?). "I swear, Ginny, if you ate the last chicken-" he stopped short as he closed the refrigerator, staring at you.

"You're not Ginny." He stated. You giggled and shook your head. "I don't believe I am." Ron blinked for a few more seconds before hurriedly sticking his hand out, his cheeks getting hot. "I'm Ron." He said, shaking your hand. You smiled. "And I'm (Y/N)."

↳Hermione: 

You met Hermione in your second year in the library. As a Ravenclaw, you were trying your best to get ahead in Herbology (no matter how boring it was). When you finally found the book you were looking for, your hand bumped into another girl's.

"Oh!" You both exclaimed, before laughing. "I'm guessing you're getting ahead in Herbology, too?" The girl asked, pulling the large book off the shelf. You nodded. "Brilliant!" The bushy haired girl exclaimed, nodding her head in approval. "We can work together!" You smiled and nodded, walking over to the nearest table.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch your name." You said, sitting down and opening up the text book. "Oh, I'm Hermione Granger." She replied.

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

"Pleasure."

↳Fred: 

You met Fred in your third year, while he was in fifth. The two of you were in detention with Professor Snape.

"So, miss Humble Hufflepuff," the red head began once Snape left. "What did you do?"

You only shrugged. "My friend was getting in trouble for something she didn't do, so I tried to explain to the professor that it wasn't her fault." You sighed and shook your head. "Of course he didn't believe me, so I just said I was the one who exploded the potion."

Fred shook his head and grinned. "Psh," he said, waving his hand around. "That's nothing. I made a first year vomit for fifteen minutes straight." As awful as it sounded, you couldn't help but to giggle. He turned his chair around so he was facing you completely, "Fred Weasley," he introduced. "And I have a feeling we're gonna be great friends."

↳George: 

It was third year and poor Fred had a nasty cold; he had to take the day off. "Be bad, George," he said, waving his brother off, "be absolutely mischievous today. Maybe I'll puke on a few kids to get my fair share."

George decided to pull a prank on Professor Snape for his brother. He set it up perfectly, and everyone was excited. What he didn't expect, however, was for you to dash through the door five minutes late. As soon as you entered, you were welcomed with a large splash of cold water and feathers.

George felt pretty bad, so he walked over to you to help clean you off. "I'm sorry, that was meant for-"

"How did you do that?!" You asked, excitement filling your eyes. George was taken back, he's never seen a girl get so excited over a prank. "Excuse me?"

"How'd you do it?" You repeated, giggling. "That was brilliant!" George smiled to himself and stuck out his hand. "I can tell you about it during dinner. The name's George Weasley." You stuck out your hand to shake his and smiled. "(Y/N) (L/N)."

↳Draco: 

Draco being Draco, he met you when he was going around, pushing random first years down. It was his second year and your first. You were walking around the halls aimlessly, still trying to figure your way around the big school. Draco immediately saw a golden opportunity, and walked over to you.

But of course, it didn't really work out as he expected. You accidentally dropped your quill, so you bent down at the exact time Draco went to push you over. He ended up falling on his face, Crabbe and Goyle laughing at him.

"Oh my, are you ok?"

"Watch where your going." He sneered, trying to cover up his embarrassing moment. You bent down to his level and smirked, "I'd say the same to you, blondey." You then picked up the rest of your books and walked off.

Draco was left there on the ground in shock. No one ever stands up to him, and to be brutally honest, he thought it was pretty cool when you did it.

"Hey, wait up!"

↳Neville:

You were reading a muggle book your parents gave you while on the train. It was going to be your first year at Hogwarts, and you were really excited.

"Erm... E-Excuse me?" You looked up to see a shorter boy, worry stricken across his face.

"Yes?"

"Y-You haven't seen a t-toad, have you?" You shook your head and the boys worry turned to fear. "Oh, Gran is going to kill me." You smiled sweetly and stood up. "I'll help you find him." The boy instantly blushed and nodded his head sheepishly.

As the two of you inspected the aisle, you decided to strike up a conversation. "What's your name?"

"T-Trevor."

"Ah, nice to meet you Trevor, I'm (Y/N) (L/N)."

"No, wait!" You turned around to see the boy redder than he already was. "M-My toad's name i-is Trevor. I'm N-Neville Longbottom." You giggled to yourself and smiled. 

"Nice to meet you Neville."

WOW IM GETTING SO LAZY IM SORRY.

Sorry if these are so short and not that well written. I wrote this chapter while icing my groin in fencing.

Yes, I fucking pulled it in fencing. I felt so awkward having to hold an ice pack to my vagina in the middle of practice for everyone to see. and when I came home my mom thought I pissed myself.