Harry Potter Preferences

Scenes From the Movies and Books

Harry: Harry looked out his window and nearly fell when he saw Ron's face grinning back at him. "Ron?" And behind him were two other red heads. "Fred? George?" "What're you doing here?" Then you poked your head out of the back seat. "Rescuing you, of course." You laughed, sending Harry's heart to beat faster and his face to grow warmer. He smiled at you, to which you gave a radiant smile back. "Come on, now, Harry. We haven't got all day." Ron reminded him, snapping him out of his trance. "Right," he said, his face glowing hotter than ever.

Ron: "Who was it, Minerva?" Professor McGonagall looked gravely at the other teachers gathered around her. "Ginny Weasley." You stifled a horrified gasp. Beside you, you felt Ron slink down to his knees to the floor of the cupboard you, Harry and him were hiding in. In the darkness, you felt his hand search for yours. You grasped it tightly, it was ice cold. "Ginny." You heard him whisper. "No," What you didn't know was that Ron was silently thanking Merlin that you weren't the one taken. Because then he'd go barreling into the chamber and probably kill himself while doing it and he was also sure that you would never forgive him if he did.

Draco: Your heart sank as you took in the sights of the Great Hall decorated from top to bottom with silver and green, the colors of Slytherin House. You had so wanted for Gryffindor to win, being one yourself. You would never blame Harry and his friends for the loss of points though, you knew why they did what they did. Then Dumbledore came along and gave his announcement and the Gryffindor table erupted in thunderous cheers. Unbeknowest to you, Draco was dreadfully disappointed. Then he saw you jumping up and yelling happily and he felt a little bit happier, his heart lifting considerably.

Fred: "Degnoming the garden!" Muttered Fred angrily. "Couldn't Mom have given us something more exciting to do?" George joined in. "Well, she is busy. Might as well help her with something," you reminded the fuming twins. The two ceased their grumbling once you reached the garden. Fred saw a gnome straight away and grabbed it, tossing it over the hedge. You and George followed suit. After a few more tosses and "Gerruff me!"s, the garden was free of pests once again. That is until a pesky gnome jumped at you from behind. You screamed in surprise. Fred grabbed hold of a branch and swung it at the gnome pulling at your hair, sending flying. George whistled, "Good one, mate," he said as you watched the gnome, stubby arms and legs flailing about, disappearing into the clouds.

George: You looked on with an expression of both amusement and disapproval as Fred and George gave their samples of their newly made trick snacks to first years. Seeing bloody noses and falling bodies in every direction, you decided to sit down for a bit, feeling a bit sick. After a while, George joined you, "What's up? Wanna one?" He grinned when you flicked the Nosebleed Nougat bavk at him, narrowly dodging it. "Now, what's my girlfriend doing, looking awfully like Hermione when she catches sight of us giving out samples?" You grimaced, "Yeah, about that." "You're feeling a bit like your stomach's been turned inside out, don't you?" "How-" George smiled at you, "One gets used to it, love. Trust me, you will too, now that you're my girlfriend,"

Neville: "Who do you think is there now?" You asked Neville as the two of you walked hand in hand down the secret passage leading into Aberforth's pub. "Dunno," Neville replied. You looked at him in surprise, usually he jabbered the whole way on who he thought was going to come into Hogwarts next. This time though...... "Harry," you said softly. "What?" Neville turned to you. "You're thinking it's Harry and Ron and Hermione, don't you?" Neville sighed, "You know me too well." Seeing his forlorn face, you frowned and tightened your grip on his hand. "It's going to be them. I know it'll be them and you're right." Neville smiled at you. "Yeah, it is going to be them." And as Ariana's portrait swung open, who else stood on the other side other than Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Neville smiled at you triumphantly and you gave another squeeze of his hand happily.

Oliver: "Oliver?" You stood up from the bench you were sitting on. Oliver came out of the changing rooms, looking dejected and crestfallen. "We lost." He muttered to you as you came to hug him. "Yeah, I know, but you can't blame Harry." You said, hand falling into his. "I'm not. I'm blaming me." "You?" You asked, surprised. "Whatever for?" "I should have tried more harder, blocked more goals, trained harder..." He trailed off. "Don't you dare blame yourself. You've nothing to blame yourself for, you nitwit. Don't forget that there's always next time." You soothed him gently. He looked over at you, he had a smile on his face, "Yeah, next time. Thanks, love." You smiled at you, "Welcome. Now go tell Harry that he has no reason to beat himself up over the match."

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