Harry Potter Preferences

Modern AU Preference

Sooo, this is gonna be like modern Harry Potter characters in the real (coughandscarycough) world, maybe wizards, maybe not, you guys choose. I warn you, some are pretty random.

Let's get on with it!

Harry: You were a aspiring singer. Now you mostly make videos and post them on the internet for people to enjoy. Now you were looking for a particular spot to make a video. Problem was, nowhere seemed right. Sitting down heavily on a bench, you frowned at the sky. This was the third day and you haven't found a place yet. This kind of thing never happened before. "Hey, you okay?" You looked up at the person who had spoken. He had black hair and emerald green eyes framed with round glasses. "Not in the least, I have to admit." You ended up pouring out everything for him to hear, which was sort of embarrassing, seeing as he was a complete stranger. Finally, he nodded understandingly. After a moment of silence, he said again, "Maybe I can help you. Come on, up you come." He pulled you up and into his arms before starting to walk, hand still firmly closed in yours. You smiled at the back of his head. He was nice.

Ron: You liked to sing. Your parents claimed that you had been singing since before you could talk. Anyone who met you had no trouble believing it too. One time, when you were home alone, you started singing a duet. Softly at first but you were getting louder. When the male part came up, you jumped to hear a distant voice singing it. You looked out your window and there, lo and behold, stood a man with red hair with a smile on his face. And he was singing.

Draco: A platinum-blonde had just dumped about a dozen jars of peanut butter and six tubs of ice cream on your counter and, my God, sir, are you feeling okay? Your eyes widened when you realized you had just spoken out loud. The blonde frowned for a moment before his mouth turned up at the corners. "I'm sure there's nothing wrong with me, love. But I think I'm missing something, maybe you could help me to find it?" Your mouth opened and closed like a goldfish before you said, "Of course. What is it that you need?" The blonde smiled at you, "A date to a party my friend's having. Mind going with me?" You smiled at him, "Why not?"

Fred: You stared at him, hoping that he wouldn't notice you when you did. He looked interesting, something different. You twirled your pen with your fingers, pursing your lips. Gasping lightly, you looked away quick as lightning when he looked your way. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see a mop of red hair moving your way. You cursed softly. "Excuse me?" You looked up, a bit frantic. "Do you mind if I joined you, there are no more tables available." You looked around the small coffee shop, it was pretty crowded. You nodded at him, "Sure." You leaned over to gather your things at the other side of the table, mostly papers and notes. The ginger boy raised his eyebrow, "Either you're writing a really long essay or a novel." You blushed, "It's a novel." He perked up, "Can I be a character?" You laughed at his eagerness, "Consider it done. Now, tell me all about yourself." You requested, lifting a piece of blank paper to copy everything down. "Well, my name's Fred Weasley."

George: You were walking around a store, absentmindedly browsing the items sold there. Suddenly, an alarm went off, ringing crazily. A hand grabbed yours and pulled you against a person. It was a boy. "Run," he whispered in your ear. Pulling you along, he ran from the store. Not a moment too soon either. The store exploded in a frenzy of glitter, feathers and what looked like glue. You gaped in shock and wonder. Then, you looked at your savior. He had red hair and a mischievous smile on his face, he was very tall too. "I suppose that's your doing?" You asked him, pointing at the store. "No?" He tried, smiling sheepishly at you. "Nice try, darling. Now tell me why you saved me out of all the people in that store?" His smile grew wider, "Can't I save a pretty girl from being pranked just because I want her number nowadays?"

Neville: You were a transfer student and Neville wasn't sure if you could even speak English. You looked so lost. He decided to be the nice guy and help you. Walking up to you, he waved and said, "Hello." You smiled at him. Then he started asking you if you knew which class you were supposed to go in, complete with wild hand gestures that left you completely confused. Seeing your not understanding face, Neville was at a lost of what to do. Then you spoke up, "Well, if you don't mind helping me, can you direct me to Mrs. Roberts' class, please?" Neville stared at you speechlessly, "S-sure. Just follow me."

Oliver: Oliver was at a New Year's party. He held a drink in his hand, scanning the people in the room for someone to talk to. His eyes landed on you and he sauntered over."Hello," He greeted you. "Hello back," you said, sipping your drink. Once the ice was broken, the two of you hit it off fantastically. Soon the countdown began. Ten. Oliver looked over to you. Nine. "Hey," You looked up at him. Eight. "Don't you have someone special to go to?" Seven. You shook your head. "No." Six. You turned back to the sky. Five. Oliver stared at you. Four. What if he-? No. Three. Yes? Two. Just do it, you idiot. One. he kissed you, pulling you close as fireworks exploded above you.

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