Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

You Meet His Family

Harry: You looked at your boyfriend with furrowed eyebrows. He was giving you puppy dog eyes and you didn't like it at all. To make it worse, he got Hermione to join in. Those two were honestly a hell of a team. "Fine," you ground out, Draco holding an incredulous expression. He was coming home with you since your father and his had some "business" to attend to. "I'm not going to sit with you and make nice with blood-traitors and mud-OW!" He coughed as he recovered from you elbowing him in the ribs. Smiling tightly, you looked to Harry and Hermione, who were both glaring at Draco. "Lead the way," he wheezed, clutching to his ribs. Hermione began to do what looked like lecture , but you stopped her. "Hurry, please."

"Hello, dear!" You ignored Draco's sniggering as a plump red haired woman clutched you in a death grip before you could protest. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley." The two Weasley parents smiled at you as you stood between Harry and Hermione, ignoring the way Ginny glared at you. "MIDGET!!"Before you could protest, you were being smashed in a twin sandwich. "Hello Fred, hello George," you said as they let go. "Harry's introducing you to mum and dad?"
"Looks serious, Georgie."
"My thoughts exactly, Freddie. I think Harry is trying to keep our little Midge all to himself."
"Just because you finally find someone shorter than you, doesn't mean you have to hog her."
"Yeah she was our Midge first."

Rolling your eyes, you separated from them, pushing your hair away from your forehead. "I belong to no one. It was lovely meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Draco and I will be going now. My father is waiting for us." She nodded, wishing you and Draco a safe trip. "How can you stand them?" Shoving him lightly, you smiled, watching a slow smile spread across his face.

Draco: It was as if they were expecting you like some horse. "She's pretty enough, yes, but what qualities does she have that are anything like Pansy, who would give you a proper life and a proper upbringing for your children? You're wasting your time, my boy." You didn't miss how Draco's jaw ticked, almost reaching out and touching his shoulder, but that would been too intimate. "Yes, Pansy is one you would more approve of, but I deeply care for (Y/N) and. I thought the two of you cared about my happiness." You didn't want to see a row between Draco and his family. "I'll just go. My parents will be expecting me. Draco looked torn, glaring at his father and nodding.

Ron: You clutched to Ron's hand as you saw his parents in the distance. "That's them?" He nodded, pulling you towards them, ignoring how you dug your held onto the ground. "What if they don't like me? Oh god, what if they hate me?!" He sighed, lifting you over his shoulder and walking towards his parents. Gasping, you began yelling. "Ronald Weasley! You put me down this instant!" A chuckle broke you out of your rant. Looking up, you saw a redhaired man and a ginger woman, both smiling warmly at you. Ron placed you on your feet. "H-hello, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," you said, sticking out your hand. The Weasly matriarch was having none of it, wrapping her arms around you, squeezing tightly. "Welcome to the family, dear," she said, pulling you towards the other Weasleys.

Neville: You really wanted to impress Neville's gran, but currently, you wanted to smack her over the head with her own handbag. She had insulted you in every way that wasn't direct. Once you saw your parents, you thanked whoever was listening, quickly dismissing yourself.

Seamus: "She's quite the beauty, Seamus. Where have you been hiding this girl?" You blushed as Mrs. Finnegan pulled you into a hug, squeezing you lightly, his father patting you on the shoulder affectionately. "I was hiding her in the castle, Mum. Can't have her escaping and finding another bloke." You laughed lightly, the environment light and friendly.

Theo: "You don't have to be here." You shook your head, squeezing his hand tightly. "I am not letting you do this alone." He nodded, clutching tighter to your hand as the two of you followed the Auror down the corridors to the visitor's room. "If you feel uncomfortable at all, Auror Johnson will lead you out of the room. He cant hurt you." He seemed to be saying that Kore for his comfort than yours. You didn't know how Nott Sr would respond to his son dating a muggleborn, but evidently, it was going to be bad.

The meeting room was cold. So cold, in fact, that you had to clutch your cloak to yourself, your breath seeming to hang in the air. "Father," Theo said, letting go of your hand to approach the man chained to the small table that sat between them. "Theodore," he said, straightening. You felt his eyes on you, but he didn't speak directly to you. His voice was deep and enchanting, much like Theo's. You could hang onto every word he said, completely forgetting that he was a criminal.

"Where are your manners, Theo? Introduce me to your friend." Theo looked back at you, panic clearly written in his face. "(Y/N)" You nodded, going and sitting next to him, feeling him grab your hand under the table. "Theo tells me you are a Healer." You nod, smiling slightly. "Yes sir. I enjoy my job very much." He nodded, looking between you and Theo. It was silent for a while, Theo's palms sweating slightly. "Call my guard. I'm done here." Theo glared at his father, but the man paid him no mind. "Take care of my son, Miss (Y/L/N)." The shocked expression on your boyfriend's face as the Auror led him out of the room. It was silent in the room before Auror Johnson spoke up. "That was interesting," he said, helping you out of your chair. Theo nodded, standing and following the two of you out of the room.

Blaise: "Let me look at you," You smiled as you watched Blaise's mother gush over him, saying how big he had gotten since the last time she had seen him. He cleared his throat, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the woman. "And who is this?" You stood up straight, sticking out your hand. "Hello, ma'am. My name is-" "Are you (Y/N)? If you are, Blaise has already told me so much about you. If not, why aren't you? And where is she? I want to meet the girl that makes butterflies fill his-" "MOTHER!" You looked over and saw Blaise blushing furiously, a pink tint to his dark skin as you laughed. "I am," you said, allowing the woman to lead you away, Blaise following.

Oliver: You nearly had to run to catch up with Oliver, which was why he scooped you up, placing you on his back as he walked. He was showing you the different tents and who was in which one. "Oliver!" He turned sharply to see a small woman, obviously a relative of him. "Hey, Mum," he said as he pulled you up on his back. You seemed frozen in place, but he still made his way towards the woman. "Is this her, Boy?" He nodded, smiling widely. Looking to you, she smiled. "Hello there. My name is Emilene and this here is my husband, Crispin," she said, smacking a man on the bum with the washcloth she was carrying. He yelped, standing straight up. "Hello," he said, shaking your hand. Oli tells us loads about you. Its like he doesn't shut up, honestly." Oliver was blushing, but his parents were funny to you. "Is that the water pail? I'll go fill it up. Come on, (Y/N)." He levitated the bucket, pulling you away from his laughing parents. (To those of you who haven't read the books, they're at the Quidditch World Cup because its the only bit his parents are really included)

Fred: You really hadn't meant to. Your parents were trusting you to go through the barrier alone and you just so happened to ram into someone's cart as soon as you got out. "Whoa there," someone said, stopping your cart from breaking something. You looked up to see several redheaded people, two of them that looked very similar. "I'm so sorry!" "It's alright, Dear. You didn't mean anything by it. My name is Mrs. Weasley. You are?" You opened your mouth to answer, but the whistle of the train stops you. "I'm late!" With that, you rushed to the train to quickly load your things on before climbing on.

George: You pulled your cart with as much strength as you could muster, having had convinced your dad that you weren't a baby and could move your cart on your own. Just as you were about to give up, someone picked you up off of your feet and plopped you on the cart. Turning quickly, you saw it was Lee and his two friends, Fred and George. The twins and Lee all pushed the cart, but you were cut of by a redhead woman. "What the devil to you think you're doing?" Fred groaned. "Were helping, Mum. Honest." She looked at the two suspiciously. "Alright then. Don't hit anyone. A man pulled her to the side and you got a good look at them before you were carted (quite literally) away by the three.

George: