Harry Potter Preferences

First Kiss

Hermione: You and Hermione had been together for a month and a half. You had been dying to kiss her but you couldn't work up the nerve. You were both sitting in the library, reading. Your hands were laced together and you were content. Your eyes slowly drifted to Hermione though and you forgot about your book. She looked breathtaking as she read. Her lips moved, signaling she was reading to herself. Then she stopped and turned to you, presenting you with a breathtaking smile.
"What is it?" She asked.
"You're gorgeous. And I'm beyond lucky." You stated.
She blushed and looked down before looking back at you. You glanced at her lips and felt a new wave of confidence. You leaned forward slowly, giving her time to pull away. Instead, she closed the distance between the two of you. Her lips were soft, and they moved slowly. She tasted of strawberries and cinnamon. You lost yourself in her and when you pulled away, you were breathless. She looked at you and you giggled at her slightly swollen lips. She smiled softly before closing the distance again.

Luna: She was upset. You wouldn't tell anyone that the two of you were dating. Draco just assumed and was right. But nobody believed him. Luna thought you were ashamed of her and she felt bad. You were eating in the Great Hall and she wrapped her arm around your waist. You shot her a look and she stood up and sighed, walking away from you. You felt a twinge of pain and stood up, watching her before deciding what to do.
"LUNA!" You shouted.
Everything stopped. No talking. No movement. Even Luna had stopped. You walked to her and sighed softly.
"I'm sorry." You told her.
She nodded slightly and then you pulled her against you, your hands resting on her hips. You pressed your lips to hers and you heard collective gasps from around you. But you didn't care. You just cared about Luna and her lips against yours. Her arms wrapped around your neck and you earned a few loud whistles and cheers. As you both pulled away, breathless, she smiled at you. You knew you had redeemed yourself.

Ginny: You were playing a Quidditch game against Slytherin. You were knocked from your broom and broke your leg and arm. You were in immense pain, but told Ginny to win the game for you. After a little while, she was beside your bed.
"How'd the game go?" You asked.
"Good. We won." She told you, smoothing your hair.
"Stop looking at me like that, I'm fine." You told her.
"You're hurt." She said.
You rolled your eyes and reached up with your arm. You pulled her down and kissed her, shutting her up. After she pulled away, she looked at you dumbfounded.
"See? I'm fine." You laughed at her expression.