Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

The First I Love You

Harry: You stared over the wreckage that was once your school. You didn't think you would ever care if Hogwarts burned to the ground, but it was hitting you hard. All of The memories, all of the smiles. It was all gone. In its place was the wreckage that was at some point your whole life. Evidently, you picked the wrong side in the war by picking no side. As soon as Harry found out that you didn't fully support the Light, you had a fight and he dumped you. You went through a dark time and became a person you never thought you would be, did horrible things to good and bad people alike. You didn't realize you were crying until the first drop hit your collarbone. Wiping your eyes, you took a deep breath and turned away from the sight.

"I thought I would find you here." You turned sharply at the voice, standing face to face with Harry Potter. Shaking your head, you backed away. He moved closer, causing you to push him, watching as he staggered black a few steps. He shook his head, straightening himself as he advanced towards you, smacking your raised hand out of the way and connecting his lips with yours. You didn't want to, but you melted into his embrace, moving your lips against his. He separated, planting a kiss on your forehead. "I'm so sorry," he said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you like you'd die any second. "I love you so much," he whispered as he held on tighter, planting another kiss on your temple. You didn't know how long the moment lasted, but you never wanted it to end.

Draco: "Draco, please!" He was pushing you towards your dorms and you were trying to struggle against him. "I'm sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am, (Y/N)." You tried to use the moments he was talking to get further out, but he was smarter than that. "You have to stay inside! I love you too much to let you die because of me!" You froze and he used that moment to lift you off of your feet and carry you to your dorm room door, Pansy pulling you inside. The two of you weren't friends, but over time, you came to a mutual understanding when she found love somewhere else. He disappeared from in front of the door and you started to run towards it, but Pansy quickly locked and silenced the room.

Ron: "I love you." You froze in the middle of your sandwich, wiping your mouth when you saw Ron Weasley staring dreamily at you. "Hmm?" "Hmm?"

Neville: "Neville?!" You were running around the forbidden forest, anxiety forgotten as you heard his sobs. "Neville, where are you?" You were being smacked in the face by several tree branches, but You didn't care. You finally found the cause of his sobbing. He was clutching to something. It looked like.... A gasp escaped you. It was you! But you were right there! Pinching, yourself, you flinched at the pain. "(Y/N), wake up," he whispered. "I never got to tell you that I love you. You mean so much to me. You can't die on me now, please wake up." You pulled out your wand, taking a deep breath and shouting, " Riddikulus!"

Seamus: "Looks like I win, Finnegan." Seamus groaned as he rubbed his head, his body pinned underneath yours. "Alright. Your prize is that you can pick where we go to lunch and you receive my undying love," he said , and swing the moment if surprise to pin you on the floor, pecking you on the lips as he stood and headed towards your shared bedroom..

Blaise: "Come on, Blaise. You can make it," you said, lifting him halfway with Draco on the other side. He pushed himself too far at a party after a "hearty game of drink" with Seamus Finnegan. Draco was getting more of the weight, but he wasn't complaining. "I love you, (Y/N)," Blaise said before planting a drunken kiss on Draco's lips, causing young I burst into a fit of laughter as Draco tried to pry the drunken Italian off of him.

Theo: You were studying for Divination because Trelawney said that she was giving some big exam and that it was for a good portion of our overall grade. He was just staring at you. You were about to say something about it, but he beat you to the point. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Your reaction wasn't conventional. The ink pot next to you exploded. Thankfully, you were able to shield just before Theo was missing an eye, but you weren't lucky enough to escape being covered in ink.

Oliver: You watched with wide eyes as Marcus stormed through the kitchen, a copy of the Prophet in his hands. Your mother read over your shoulder as you looked at the headlines. Oliver Wood Professes His Undying Love For (Y/N) FLINT! Full Story on Page 6. You paled as Marcus paced. "I think it's sweet, don't you, dear?" Your father grumbled behind his copy of a different newspaper, grumbling about crazy kids.

Fred: "Please don't go." Fred sighed as you stood in your shared bedroom, tears falling down your face. He wrapped his arms around your waist, sighing as you inhaled his scent. He lifted your chin with his finger, planting a kiss on your lips. In the morning, Fred was leaving to go to Hogwarts and you wanted him to stay. "I love you, Kitten," he whispered in the silence of the room. You had been together all this time and you never said it. You both knew how the other felt and that was okay. Now, you wish you had told him every day up until that day. "I love you too, Carrot Top," you said in a squeaky voice, which caused him to hold you tighter. "Let me go with you, Freddy." He smiled as he kissed you on the forehead. You were the only person aside from George that could call him that. No one else could. "I'd feel so much better if you stayed here, love." You shook your head as he lifted you off of your feet and carried you to bed. "Let's sleep."

The next morning you woke with dread filling your entire being. You spent the entire night awake, watching him sleep. When he woke, you pretended to be asleep, feeling as he stroked your cheek, pushing your hair out of your face as he planted lazy kisses all over your face, hands, neck and shoulders before George knocked softly, telling him that it was time to go. Years later, you would wish you didn't pretending be asleep, which you had said something because that would be the last time you ever saw Fred Weasley. (My fucking SOUL!!)

George: "Can I have this dance?" You looked up from your drink to meet the Brown eyes of George Weasley. You were invited to his brother's wedding by Fleur. You would have been George's plus one, but Fleur eat him to the point. You were even a bridesmaid. Grabbing his hand, you allowed him to pull you on the dance floor. You danced for a while, each comfortable with your steps. "Merlin, I love every inch of you," he whispered in a low voice that made shivers go up your spine. You felt your knees weakening, but he held fast. "I-I-" he shushed you. "Just dance," he said, lifting his head, kissing your cheek.

Sorry I've been gone, guys. I just moved into a new place and I'm still getting everything together.