Harry Potter Preferences And Imagines

He Hurts Himself

Harry:

You came home from shopping to see Harry on the couch with bandages wrapped around his head. You worriedly dropped your bags and ran towards him.

"Harry!" You yelled, "What happened?" You saw Harry open his eyes and smile at you. "Hey, Y/N." he groaned before sitting up while holding his head.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I was playing Quidditch and a bludger hit me in the face," he explained. You nodded and hugged him. "Do you need anything?" You asked him, still slightly worried.

"No," he said, "just stay with me for now." You nodded as you two cuddled on the couch and watched TV.

Ron:

You grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and walked towards Ron, who had somehow gotten stabbed in the shoulder by a broom. He refused to explain to you what happened, but you still took care of him until his shoulder didn't hurt too badly.

Fred:

"Explain to me again how you managed to cut your lip," you asked Fred. He shrugged and looked dow. "I was eating with my knife, and the knife cut my lip."

"You're not supposed to eat with the knife, Fred," you told him. His face turned a bright red as he laughed nervously. "Oh, well. Lesson learned," he said.

"Hey, Y/N?"

"Yes, Fred?"

"My lip still hurts."

"So?"

"Can you kiss it better?" he asked. You looked at him, quickly kissed him, then walked away.

George:

"How many times have I told you not to run down the stairs?" You scolded George, who had tripped and fell down the stairs.

"Heh. . .d-don't worry. I'm fine." he muttered, still faceplanted onto the floor. You rolled your eyes and walked away, leaving him to help himself.

Neville:

"Y/N! Help!" Neville yelled from across the room. You ran into his room, worried about what you'd find.

You stopped when you saw Neville sitting on his bed, a book in his lap, staring down at his index finger, which had a little blood on it. "Neville? What's wrong?"

"I got a paper cut," he said. You walked to his bed and sat next to him, cleaning the blood off his finger and putting a small bandage on it. "There. All better."

Draco:

"You bloody idiot. . ." you muttered, staring down at the unconscious Draco. He had tried to grab a snack from the top shelf and all the food came crashing down on him.

You started picking up all the food until it was all back to the way it had been before. You then attempted to move Draco to your room and onto your bed. When you finally got him onto your bed, you sighed and walked away to go watch TV.

It's been a while, hasn't it? A whole month without publishing anything. Sorry about that. Also, this book almost has 10k readers. That is amazing. Thank you so much.