Harry Potter Preferences

When He Gives You Gifts

Harry: It was your birthday and Harry had dragged you into the common room and had told you to sit. Which was why you were to be found fidgeting nervously on the sofa, wonderin why Harry had dashed upstairs. He came back a few minutes later, hair messy and glasses askew. You giggled and set them back right on the brdge of his nose. He chuckled and sat down next to you. He thrust his hand towards you, in the center of his palm was a beautiful golden necklace with a lightning blot as a pendant. You laughed softly, "I wonder what that pendant's all about," you said happily. Harry blushed and helped you to put it on around your neck, admiring his hard work in finding it for you.

Ron: "'py birthday, Y/N." Ron said at breakfast, giving you a kiss on the cheek. It wasn't very festive, but that was what you liked. Simple and memorable. Simple until a whole hoard of owls headed over to you during post time. Soon, you and the others surrounding you were pelted with letters and parcels from far above. As you tidied up the table with a few quick spells, you muttered to Ron, "What in Merlin's beard was that all about?" To your surprise, Ron immediately turned a violent shade of red. "Ron," you asked suspiciously, "What did you do?" He chuckled nervously, "Well, I might've let it slip to Mom that it was your birthday today and..." He trailed off. Taking a closer look, you realized that most of the post had the word Weasley and your name signed on. "Oh, Ron." You laughed. It might not be simple, but it was certainly memorable.

Draco: "Draco, why are we going to the astronomy tower at this hour?" You asked him as the two of you made your way up the spiraling staircase to the tower. "Well, it does have the best view, darling." Draco said. You huffed, "What does that even mean?" "You'll see, dear. Soon." The two of you reached the top and you looked around as if looking for something. "Well?" You asked Draco, who only smiled and pulled over you to the observation deck. "Watch," So you did, as dozens of comets with glittering tails sailed past the star filled sky. "Wow," you whispered, tranfixed by the sight. "It's amazing," you turned to Draco, smiling at him. "It is, isn't?" But he wasn't looking at the stars. He was looking at you.

Fred: You woke up like any normal day, because for some undeniably strange reason, you had forgotten that today was your birthday. So as you walked down the halls of Hogwarts, you were pleasantly surprised by the friendly waves and calls. Then, you reached the dining hall and had the biggest surprise of your life. A huge stuffed teddy bear stood in front of you. Behind it, poked out two red heads. "Of course. It's you two." You said laughingly, shaking your head at the Weasley twins, who were now standing on either side of you. "Who else would do something like this? What's the occasion, pray tell?" The astonished looks on their faces would have been priceless, if you were not confused yourself. "Isn't it your birthday, love?" Fred asked, gobsmacked. "It is?" You thought for a bit, "Oh, it is. Huh, go figure." You smiled. "Oi, Y/N. You can't just forget your own birthday." George said jokingly. "That bear's Fred's idea, by the way." You threw your arms around him, "Thanks, Freddie!"

George: "Guess who's birthday is it today?" George sang out to you, sitting down next to you on the sofa. "Mine?" You laughed. "Exactly. That's why I want you to meet me in the middle of the Quidditch pitch twelve at night sharp." George said happily before prancing off. "See you then, love!" You shook your head, laughing slightly at his dorkiness. So at midnight, you were walking across the pitch in darkness, looking around for a mop of red hair. "Heya," George appeared behind you. "Hey yourself. What is it you want to show me?" "Look up, love. See for yourself." Tilting your head upwards, you gasped. Millions of little dancing lights were floating above you, drifting around and providing an excellent sight to behold. Slowly, they made up your name in the dark night sky. "You like it?" George asked you. "Like it?" You smiled at him, "I love it."

Neville: You walked into one of the Herbology greenhouses, looking for Neville. You heard the murmur of voices and headed there. Ducking a low hanging branch, you called out, "Neville?" There was a thump and a yelp. "(Y/N)?" You turned the corner to see Neville in a kind of awkward sort of position, as if he was trying to hide something, "(Y/N)! How nice to see you here! " He was acting completely unnatural. Madam Sprout appeared from behind a bush with a watering can in her hand. "No point hiding it now, boy. Might as well show her." Then to you, she said, "He's been working on it endlessly." "Working on what?" You asked, bewildered. Neville turned a dozen shades of red. "This." From behind him, he took out a potted plant. It was really pretty, with silver petals. It was glowing too. "It's a moonlace. Happy birthday, by the way. " Neville said, holding it out to you. You took it and smiled at him vibrantly, "Thanks, Nev. I love it."

Oliver: "Have you seen Hogwarts from the air at night?" Oliver asked you. You shifted to stare at him, "One, that is the weirdest question anyone has ever asked me. And two, no, why?" "Would you like to?" Oliver asked you. You grinned, "Well, I can't say no to a bit of flying, now can't I?" "Great, let's go." Oliver dragged you up and towarsd the portrait hole. "Now?" But, Oliver, it's almost curfew!" You protested. "In that case, we'd better hurry up then." He climbed through, wih you following suit. The two of you reached the pitch and, having grabbed your brooms along the way, took off i to the cool night air. With the crisp wind beating against your face, the two of you rose higher and higher. Oliver gestured for you to stop and look down. The whole of Hogwarts was visible, even Hagrid's hut down by the gates. The windows flowed with orange light and the Whomping Willow swayed in the night breeze. "This is amazing!" You called to Oliver, who nodded and grinned at you. "Happy Birthday!" He yelled, makig you laugh.