Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

Sweet Moments

Harry: "(Y/N)!" You looked up from your mirror, hearing Harry calling you from the bedroom. Sighing, you stood, making your way into the room to see what the issue was. "Where's the fire, Potter?" He glared at you as he fumbled with his tie. "Help," he said, frowning at you. When he noticed what you were wearing, he waggled his eyebrows at you. You shook your head, walking up to him and helping him tie the tie. You started to step back, but his hands around your waist stopped you. Looking up at him and expecting him to be trying to give you "bedroom eyes" as he felt so fit to call it, you were shocked to see a state of panic. You quickly wrapped an arm around his waist, feeling him relax as he buried his head in your neck. He was going to the Ministry for a formal ball and he was going to have to talk about the war. This was his first function since the war, so he was nervous and scared. Standing on your tippy toes, you planted a kiss on his lips. Nothing needed to be said, but the silent support you showed him spoke volumes.

Draco: "Why do you want to see it?" You ignored the icy tone he used towards you as you stared at him. Honestly, you had no idea why you wanted to see it, nor had you ever expected to ask him about it, but you had been thinking about it and it had been plaguing your mind all day. "Don't be like that," you said in a soft voice, placing a hand over his own. "I just want to see it." He looked like he was having a war with himself, but seemed to finally give up, unbuttoning the sleeve of hit suit jacket, rolling everything up to show the mark. You didn't move at first, taking it in, reaching out to touch it after a moment of silence. You notice him tense, but you refused to let that stop you, lightly tracing your finger along the dark lines. Sure it hurt your heart that this had happened to Draco, but it was a sign that Draco would go to any lengths to pretext those he loved, even if it meant sacrificing himself and his reputation. Smiling, you stood, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, feeling them shaking slightly. After a minute, he wrapped his arms around you. Rubbing his back, you just held onto him, reveling in the silence.

Ron: You stared out your window, a smile on your face as Ron slept soundly next to you, his soft snores and heavy breathing calming you. This was the first night since the war that Ron didn't have a full blown nightmare. There were moments, of course, but it wasn't like usual when he was screaming and fighting, you having to restrain him. You stroked his ginger hair, feeling him pull you closer. The was had been hard on Ron and both of his friends, especially since Fred was murdered. You were never extremely close to the eldest Weasley twin, but when he died, it really hurt. Sometimes Ron would call out to him in a dream and you'd hug him until he stopped. Placing a soft kiss on his temple, you prayed to whoever was listening that he would have more nights like this.

Neville: You didn't know when he came up behind you, but he did and it felt amazing. "Good morning," he said in a soft voice, kissing you on the cheek as you did your hair to go to the Great Hall. You had a good lesson today and you wanted to at least look peppy for the students. "Good morning, Professor Longbottom," you said as you looked up at him. He was wearing a Gryffindor tie under his robes, which made you smile because you were wearing a Hufflepuff tie under yours. You stood and hugged him, smiling to yourself. "Let's go get something to eat," he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of your shared living quarters.

Seamus: "Okay, okay I give!" You stood from pinning Seamus to the floor, pumping your arks in victory. Usually, you lost, but dragon taming did you a world of good after Seamus' "miraculous" growth spurt. He stood, picking you up around the waist. "To celebrate, you can eat ice cream with me." A cheer was his response.

Blaise: You ran through he field Blaise brought you to, Blaise close behind. The two of you were having a race and if his heavy breathing was any sign, you were winning. You reached the tree, catching your breath as he jogged to catch up. "Wow," he said as he stopped next to you. You had caught your breath by the time he reached you, so you weren't gasping for air. A smile cake across your face as you put a thumbs up at him, smiling as he lifted you off of your feet and on his back. "Next time, I'm winning," he said as he walked on.

Theo: "You're really pretty," Theo said in a low voice as he stared at you over his book. "Like really pretty," he said, pushing a bit of hair out of his face. You had grown used to Theo giving you random compliments out of nowhere now. It was one of the things that mad him different from everyone else. A smile spread across your face as you leaned over the couch and kissed his lips, watching as a goofy smile spread across his face.

Oliver: "As much as I appreciate the kindness you've shown me today, I can't help but feel that you have something to ask me." You rolled your eyes as you ran your hands through Oliver's hair, his head in your lap. "I do, actually," you said as you felt him stiffen slightly. "I ask that you relax and stop worrying so much," you said, a laugh in your voice as he looked up at you and smiled before closing his eyes.

Fred: "I know you're awake." You looked at him, a smile on your face as you squinted at the love if your life, your Carrot Top, Fred Weasley. He tightened his arms around you as he buried his face in your neck, smiling against your skin. "Good morning, Sunshine," you said as he hugged you tightly, not quite crushing, but tight enough. He looked up and kissed your lips. You were really into it, but a loud knock on the door meant it was time to get up.

George: You glared at George, your orange skin and green hair a result of a prank that you caught because Oliver let you walk into the common room before him. "Love, please don't ignore me. I thought Oliver was coning in the door after Angelina, no you! I swear." You fumed slightly. "I look like a giant fucking Oompa Loompa and you want me to forgive you?!" Everyone had run out as soon as the prank hit you, Fred included, so George was facing your wrath alone. "I think you look beautiful with green hair and orange skin. You're like my cute little pumpkin," he said, smiling and hugging you. Once he saw that you weren't pleased, he sighed, turning his wand in himself and much to your surprise, he turned bright orange and his ginger hair turned the same shade of forest green as your own. You didn't know why it made you happy, but it did, so you flung yourself into his arms, smiling widely.