Harry Potter Preferences

Fights

No, not that kind of fights.

the ones where you scream and point fingers at each other? Haha no

Hooray for stubborn, compeititive and adorable fights!

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Harry: "Harry, look away." "No." "Harry Potter, I said look away!" "No." "Oh, Merlin." You and Harry were engaged in a very intense eye staring contest. Emphasis on the word very. It had been going on for about five minutes now and not even Hermione and Ron could stop the two of you. Though you had to admit, it wasn't too hard to keep your concentration on Harry's eyes. You could stare into those emerald green orbs all day, but you would never tell him that. That gave you an idea. "I love you, Harry." You said to him, flashing him a smile. He immediately flushed red and turned to Hermione and Ron, who were off to the side, amused at his reaction. "What?" "I win." "What?"

Ron: You were on the train to Hogwarts with Harry, Ron and Hermione. Together, the four of you splurged enough money to buy four boxes of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. You made a game to see who got the worst and best bean out of the four of you. On the count of three, you all popped a bean into your mouths. Almost immediately, Ron leaned forward and retched air. "What did you get?" You asked him, laughing at the shade of green his face was turning. He whispered just loud enough for you to catch a, "Vomit." The three of you burst out laughing while Ron chugged a bottle of water, desperate to get the horrible taste out.

Draco: You glared at Draco, who glared right back. At this, you gave a playful smirk. Flitwick was, as usual, perched on his little stack of books as he addressed his students in a squeaky voice, giving out homework. You and Draco weren't paying too much attention, instead both of you were a little more engrossed in the feather next to the professor. A few minutes back, the both of you had challenged each other to see who could leviatate the feather the highest without Flitwick noticing. So far, Draco had the upper hand but you had to made sure that wouldn't be the case soon. Underneath your desk, you gave your wand a little swish and flick in the direction of the feather and whispered the spell. The feather rocketed upwards and actually touched the ceiling before floating down again. You turned to Draco and winked at him, mouthing, "I win."

Fred: You had gathered quite a large crowd around you, you noticed. You gave a little smirk at Fred, who only winked back. The two of you had started a game the two of had invented, Pick-Up Line. It was Fred's turn now, "Did you get your shirt from a sale? Because at my place, they're 100% percent off." Fred said, smirk only growing wider. The crowd let out a few whoops. You grinned at Fred, before saying, "Kiss me if I'm wrong, but the Gryffindor colors are green, right?" Heads turn back to him, wondering what Fred's next move was. Fred just stood up, making you do so too. He motioned for you to come towards him and when you were close enough, he tripped you. You let out a yelp before an arm snaked around your waist and pulled you into Fred's chest. "Hey, I think you're falling for me."

George: You and George sat side by side, you reading a book on Transfiguration, him being George and pestering you about how bored he was. You shut your book and swung your legs across his lap. "Okay, fine," you relented. "Whatcha want to do?" "Play a game." "What sort?" "Finish the Sentence." You shrugged, "Alright." "You start."

"I" You

"Saw" George

"My" You

"Friend" George

"Play" You

"With" George

"His" You

"D-" George

"George Weasley."

"Dog, it's dog. Woof, bark, tail wagging, sit, roll. That kind of dog."

Neville: "Neville, I can't do this anymore." You groaned, taking a seat on one of the steps of the moving staircase you were on, waiting for it to creak back onto the platform you wanted to go to. Neville took a seat next to you. "Me too," He breathed out, wiping his brow. He held up the clipboard he had in his hand to his eyes, "But I'd wager we'd broken some kind of school record or something." On the piece of paper he was studying was a list of all the windows and doors in Hogwarts. Well, the ones you knew about anyway. "2896 windows and 1421 doors." Neville whistled. "The things boredom can get a person to do." You muttered, before standing up and leaning over the edge of the staircase. "What are you doing?" "Counting how many missing steps I can see from here. Oh, look! It's Ginny! Maybe she can help us count the tapestries!" You exclaimed, rushing down the stairs, calling out the red-head's name. Neville shook his head, smiling softly before starting after you.

Oliver: Quidditch practice had just ended and the two of you were exhausted, so exhausted, in fact, that you had found the task of trudging back to the common room too horrifying to even think about, so you had opted to just stay in the pitch until enough strength had came back for you and Oliver to go back. As of now, you had settled for a small challenge of balancing the Quaffle on your forefinger, seeing who could do it longer. Then, spinning it. Then, tossing it. Unknowingly, the two of you fell asleep there, fingers intertwined and hands clutching Quaffles. It wasn't until almost curfew that Oliver had woken up and carried you up to the common room and setting you on the couch there. Then, he snuggled up next to you and promptly fell asleep again too.

A/N

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