Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

the first time he sees you cry

Harry: You had just tried out for Quidditch again. It was your third year and you still hadn't made it. It made you feel like you weren't good enough for anything, like you were pathetic.
You made your way to the changing room, tears swelling in your eyes, threatening to spill over.
"Hey!" Someone called from behind you, causing you to stop and glance back at them. "You were really good out there, and I'm sorry I couldn't put you on the team." It was Harry.
You shrugged in response, the tears finally coming down your cheeks as you turned to walk away from him.
"Are you crying?"
You kept walking, keeping your head down. But before you could reach your destination, you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your from behind and a head on your shoulder.
"Baby," He mumbled against your ear, nudging his nose against your neck slightly. "I'm sorry, please don't cry.."
Ron: It was during your second year at Hogwarts. You had been struggling with family issues at home and then coming to Hogwarts, you had close to no friends. You would have small, side conversations with a few people every once in a while, but that was it and it was taking it's toll. You felt so alone. Your parents insulted you constantly, with your younger brother joining in, or vice versa. It was pure hell. You couldn't take it anymore, and when you found out that they had taken a trip to America, leaving you to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays with no one to keep you company, you lost it.
You sat in the Gryffindor common room, thinking you were left alone for the holidays. The tears flooded your eyes and spilled over you cheeks as you sobbed quietly into your hands, curling up into a small ball on the large chair near the fireplace.
Then there were footsteps. It sounded like more than one person, but you kept your head down.
"Hey, is she okay?" You heard a female voice whisper.
"Should we check on her?" A male voice replied.
"I need to go, guys." Another male hissed.
"Ron, make sure she's alright. Harry and I will head to the library."
"Why me?!"
"Just do it!"
The footsteps moved to the door as another pair moved towards you waiting until the others had left, before approaching you and placing a small hand on your shoulder.
"Hey, are you alright?" He mumbled. You glanced up, wiping the tears nonchalantly on your sweater sleeve as you did. The boy that stood beside you was Ron Weasley. The boy you'd been noticing the past year.
You quickly scrambled up, wiping the remaining tears off of your cheeks, fixing your posture and hair immediately, nodding.
"I don't think you're being honest." He stated, tilting his head slightly.
You shook your head, glancing away from him. Not soon after, you felt arms snaking around you, pulling you into their embrace.
Draco: You were in your fourth year and the load of classwork was taking a toll on your mental health. Professor Snape's class was the most stressful because you couldn't understand half of it. It made you extremely frustrated.
You sat in his class, trying to remember what he said to add to the potion the previous week, but you just couldn't do it. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to keep the tears from slipping down your cheeks, clenching your fists.
"Ms. y/n? Is there a problem?" Snape was standing right above you, peering down at your curiously.
You nodded, refusing to look up at him.
"Professor, may I check on her?" You heard Draco call from a few seats back.
You assumed that Snape had agreed because a few seconds letter, you felt a pair of lips meet your cheek as Draco sat down next to you, placing his hand over yours.
"Hey, do you want help with this?" He cooed lightly, lacing his fingers in yours, rubbing his thumb gently over your knuckles.
You nodded quickly, wiping your tears away quickly.
Fred: You were leaned over the armrest of the gigantic maroon colored chair in the common room, choked sobs escaping your mouth and the events that had unfolded earlier that morning replayed in your head. You had woken up to find your cat, Myrna, dead at the end of your bed. Dumbledore had agreed to bury her for you, but that didn't stop you from being torn apart by it. Myrna was your best friend, and the only creature that stayed by your side through everything. She was only two years old.
Just as you sat up to wipe your tear stained cheeks, you heard footsteps coming from the stairs leading up to the boys dorms. 
"Hey, uh, it's really late, and we can hear you up here, and we were just wondering if you could keep it down, whatever you're doing," The voiced called out in a hushed tone as the person that it belonged to made their way over to you. "Oh, you're crying? Do you wanna talk about it?"
You reluctantly agreed and instead of Fred going back up to his dorm, he stayed with you the entire night just to make sure you'd be okay.
George: You knew today would be a good day. It just had to be, because it was Christmas ever afterall. You had decided to stay for the vacation, along with all of the Weasley children, Harry Potter, and Neville Longbottom.
You all sat around in the great hall that morning, eating as much as your body would allow you. You were having a fine and dandy time until the mail arrived.
Your owl, Fox, had arrived with a letter to you
"Dear y/n,
I hope you're having a wonderful time at Hogwarts, dear. I have some terrible news to share with you, and I hope you aren't too terribly upset. It might come as a shock.
Your old best friend from down the street, Tucker, has passed away. He was in a car accident and didn't make it out... I'm sorry, and I hope you're okay.
Love, Mom"
As you finished reading the letter, tears already swelling in your eyes, you let out a choked sob, crumbling it up in your hand, pushing your chair away from the table and exiting without a word. Everyone had stopped talking as you did, watching as you walked out. The only person to go after you was George Weasley.
"Hey, hey! What happened?" He ran up behind you, grabbing your forearm gently before engulfing you in a tight hug, burying your face in his chest.
The two of you went back to the common room, you telling him what had happened as he listened to your story and let you cry on his shoulder.