Harry Potter Preferences

When He Finally Asked You Out

Harry: Harry never got over his awkwardness and shyness whenever he was around you. So when he finally asked you out, it wasn't too big. He just pulled you by the hand into an empty classroom and asked you out. Actually, you liked the way he had kept it simple. You wouldn't want to have the whole school whispering about it. And of course, you said yes.

Ron: Ron's confession was full of stammering, red cheeks and neck rubbing. When you finally got the catch of what he was trying to say, you laughed. And Ron, his feelings in a mess (were you laughing at him?) just stared at you, not entirely sure what to do. When you finally calmed down a bit, you said yes and then he laughed.

Draco: After two incidents involving Draco, you made sure to be extra careful when around him. You didn't want to make a fool of yourself once again in front of him. So when he swept into the library, you kept a firm hold on your book as he picked a book and sat down opposite you. You felt a sudden desperate need to look up at him but you continued reading. You managed a few more lines before you couldn't take it anymore. You looked at him and found him already staring at you. He smirked triumphantly and whispered to you in a voice you could barely hear, "Go out with me?" You really dropped your book then.

Fred: Fred broke his arm. He was under Madam Promphrey's care in the hospital wing. You visited him every chance you got. And Fred decided he was going to ask you out. Only problem was that his left arm was quite useless right now and that would prove to be a bit of a problem.But Fred Weasley had made up his mind and when he made his mind he did it. So the next time you visited him, you got a surprise. He asked you to sign his cast and when you lowered the pen onto it, you saw the words, Roses are red, violets are blue, my arm's broken, go out with me? Smiling, you scribbled yes on the cast with your signature underneath.

George: You and George both agreed on one thing. Eating is the best when done at midnight. So the place he asked you out was in the kitchens. He had asked you to meet him there at half past eleven. As you both had snuck out multiple times already, you had just assumed this was another of your night adventures. As you came in after tickling the pear, you were immediately swept off your feet and into George's arms. "Hey there (Y/N), wanna be my date to Hogsmead this week?" He asked you cheekily. Shaking your head at his childishness, you said yes. The house elfs around you cheered loudly as George set you down on the ground with a giddy smile on his face.

Neville: The words were stuck. He couldn't get them out. Poor Neville. He had gone so far, pulling you away to a secluded place, saying he had something to to you. Yhen it stopped, leaving you staring at him worridly. "Neville? What's wrong?" This was his chance. Neville's face turned red as he forced the question out. "(Y/N)IreallylikeyouwouldyouliketogotoHogsmeadwithme?" He said it so fast you could barely catch what he said. But you did. And Neville nearly collasped with relief when you laughed and said yes.

Oliver: It was a bet. A bet that if Oliver could throw a Quaffle into the hoop with his eyes blindfolded, you would go on a date with him. The whole Gryffindor Quidditch team was present, anticipating the throw that many of them had placed bets on. You stood with your arms crossed on the stands, grinning at Oliver. You had made sure that he couldn't see anything. Oliver clutched the Quaffle in his hands tightly. Taking a deep breath, he threw it and prayed to any deity he could think of that he had made the shot. The silence was suddenly interrupted by a thunderous cheering. Oliver ripped the blindfold off and grinned. He had made it. Landing, he was nearly knocked down by your hug as you laughed happily. He had made it.