Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

Sweet Moments 2

Harry: You were sitting in the kitchen with Harry. He was home because he was injured again. This time, by Cornish Pixies. He was humiliated when he raided a former Death Eater Home and thousands of them rained down on him and his team. They were the laughing stock of the department and he was on "sick leave". It was hilarious. It was as if he could sense you thinking about him because he looked up at you. "I know you're thinking about it," he said, frowning at you. You smiled, stroking his hair. "Love, nothing in the next few months will make me stop thinking about that," you said, leaning down to kiss him on the lips, which he immediately responded to. "You're lucky I love you or I'd be so mad." You chuckled, kissing him on the cheek as you enjoyed the silence.

Draco: You were in the library of the manor, reading some old book about binding charms when you felt someone behind you. Looking up, you saw Draco smiling down at you. You sat up immediately, making room for him to sit down. Ever since Draco came back from Azkaban, he had been a bit secluded. Narcissa told you that he would need his space for a while, and you gave him that, but you made sure that he knew where to find you should he ever need you. You hadn't seen him in days and seeing him now was very refreshing. He took the seat, sitting next to you. You went back to your reading, but you watched him out of the corner of your eye. He sighed, opening his arms, which you had no problem launching yourself into. You made sure not to hit your impossibly large stomach, but you still hugged him so hard, it would put Molly Weasley to shame. "I missed you so much," you said, kissing his face all over, not caring that he had lipstick marks all over his face. "I missed you too," he said, wrapping his arms around you and planting a kiss on your lips. He held you like that for the rest of the afternoon and sat with you. He still didn't sleep in the same room as you that night, but that was okay. You would give him his space.

Ron: You were in the kitchen getting breakfast ready when you felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around your middle. "Why are you awake?" You looked up and smiled. "I thought I would make you breakfast." You looked out the window, realizing that the sun was barely up. "Damn the food," he murmured, waving his wand as everything began to move. "Who are you and what have you done with Ronald Weasley?" He chuckled, kissing your cheek and leading you upstairs towards your bedroom

Neville: You didn't know why, but watching Neville grading papers was the most attractive thing you had ever seen. He was hunched over your common room table, his glasses threatening to fall down his nose, his face a mask of pure concentration. You squirmed in your seat, something that he obviously noticed, judging by how his eyes flitted over to you. You couldn't help that your husband was the ultimate schoolgirl fantasy and right in front of you. If Ginny Potter were there, you'd be red with embarrassment. She constantly talked about how you were 'living a porno' or something like that. "I get the distinct impression that you have something to say to me." You snapped out of your daze, your body frozen when you realized that he was right behind you. "I, umm, you," you heard his deep chuckle, which sent shivers down your spine. "Aren't you supposed to be grading papers as well?" You nodded. "Well that doesn't sound very professional. I think you should be punished." He grabbed your hand, leading you towards the stairs.

Seamus: "Do I even want to know what you're doing?" You opened the bathroom door to see Seamus hunched over the toilet, which was seemingly smoking. He turned to look at you a large pair of safety goggles on his face. "I'm trying to cause a controlled explo-" before he could even get the word out, you darted out of the bathroom. "Where are you going?!" "Far away!"

Blaise: You were sitting at your desk going over some papers when Blaise entered your office. He didn't like you working, but you needed something to do instead of sit around all day. You looked up from your papers to see him smirking. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Zabini?" He reached for your glasses, plucking them off of your face. "I needed you to get rid of those before I ended up shagging you on this desk." You raised an eyebrow. "You're an absolute mess," you said as you leaned back, crossing your legs. "We are going to dinner in an hour and I need you to be ready by then. I'd tell you to wear that, but I would rather I not spend the rest of my life in Azkaban, thank you very much." You shook your head, grabbing your purse and standing. "So I'm worth an Azkaban sentence?" He draped an arm over your shoulder. "Damn straight," he said, leading you towards the floo.

Theo: You were just sitting in your living room and reading a book when Theo barged into the room, flowers and chocolates in his hand. He was absolutely smashed. "Theo, what are you doing coming home drunk at three in the afternoon?! It's Tuesday!" He placed the flowers and chocolates in your lap, kissing you on the cheek. "I love you so mush," he said, laying his head on your shoulders. Theo wasn't a heavy drinker, and sad as it was, he only drank when there was something going on in his life that was bothering him. Thankfully, he wasn't an angry drunk, but it still bothered you that he was willing to go get this sloshed in a Tuesday afternoon. Looking down, you saw that he was asleep. Allowing him to lay down, you made your way to the kitchen to fetch the copy of the Prophet you skimmed through. You hadn't actually read anything, but you regretted it was soon as you saw the headlines. "NOTT SENIOR TO RECEIVE THE DEMENTOR'S KISS!" You gasped, making your way into the living room to see Theo sitting up, his face buried in his hands. "Oh Theo," you said. He looked at you, his face filled with sadness. "Why do you stay with me?" You sat next to him, wrapping your arms around him. "Because I love you, Theo." With that one statement, he burst into tears, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

Oliver: You cheered with your friends as you watched Oliver at the goalpost, his head hung in relief. He was so stressed out and you did a rare thing, leaving work early and coming to one of his weekday games. He didn't know you were there and you planned to surprise him. His teammates clapped him on the back as the fans ran onto the field, congratulating their team players. You found a way to come up behind him, one of his teammates smiling at you, but you silenced them. He was smiling at some fans, thanking them for their congratulations. You tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around, his face lighting up as he picked you up and spun you around. You were a little dizzy, but you were able to plant a kiss on his lips, his teammates making kissy faces at you and him.

George: You were nearly asleep when he came in and slid into bed. George had been down in the workshop all night working on some project or other. Now, it was the crack of dawn and he had to be up in a few hours. He wrapped his arms around your waist, sighing into your skin. "I love you so much, Fussy." You smiled. "I love you, too." He froze as you turned around, planting a kiss on his forehead. "Get some sleep. I'll open for you, okay?" He shook his head, pulling you closer. "Ronniekins can open," he said, closing his eyes. You smiled, closing your eyes and drifting off.

Fred: You were sitting in the Library studying for a final when a shadow came over you, interrupting you. "I swear if it's you again, Marcus, I'm throwing you off the Astronomy tower." They walked around and you looked up to see that it was Fred. "Why'd you think I was Marcus Flint?" You sighed and leaned back. "Because I'm trying to study and he keeps asking me to do things with him." You saw him tense and smiled. "Not like that," you said. "He wants me to help him spy on Maxine. He really likes her, but he's afraid she'll reject him. Its really sad." He nodded, coming around the table and sitting next to you. "How about this. You study and I'll help you." You were a little cautious about that, as he didn't like studying himself. "I promise," he said, pulling your hands in his own. You sighed, nodding, which in turn seemed to relax him.