Harry Potter Preferences

Talents

Harry:  It's no secret that Harry Potter had a gravitational field of his own which attracted the most stickiest of situations to him, even the little things which were supposed to be effortless, gave him trouble. His hair, for instance. So when you moved in together, Harry found yet another reason to thank his lucky stars for you. Every evening, the two of you would sit down, you on a couch and Harry on the floor, and then he'd lay his head on your lap. You would run your fingers through his hair, playing with it and sometimes even managing to make it look presentable, occasionally humming a soft song or so. It was the most relaxing thing to Harry and he looked forward to it every day.

Ron: Just one Christmas. Just one and Molly had already taken you as one of her own. So when you asked her if she could possibly manage to find the time to show you how to make a Weasley jumper, please, she didn't hesitate to put down all she was doing to teach you. At the end of the hols, you were an expert at Weasley jumpers and every other type of clothing at that. Every year, you would help Molly with the jumpers for the family, happy that you could take a little of her load off her shoulders. Molly always left Ron's for you to make though, not that that was something you wanted to complain about. He didn't find out until after 5 years, then he went into shock for a few minutes, just staring into space. Then he smiled widely at you and said thanks, which you found very sweet.

Draco: Everytime you sat down before a blank sheet of parchment or paper, Draco would be right on your heels. Sometimes, when the two of you sat side by side, doing an essay or just writing, Draco would always get distracted from his own work and then his eyes would sneak their way to whatever you were working on. Then he'd abandoned what was in front of him just to stare at the way your deft hands managed to make pencil strokes dance on the piece of paper. Every line and curve was like a lone star and when you were done, Draco would find himself staring at a constellation.

Fred: Sometimes, Fred wondered what was going on in that pretty head of yours when you drifted off somewhere far away. He didn't mind though, because with every glance he stole of you in that state, he tore away a little more mesmerized. Because that's when your eyes, already gorgeous when alert, became a pair of pure diamonds, shiny surface swirling with the storm thoughts bring to the mind. And everytime Fred looked at you, he could see in your eyes the reason why hurricanes were named after people.

George: You liked colors. Anyone who dated a Weasley should do though, but your liking way surpassed the bright flaring red of the typical Weasley locks. It reached into the depths of the seas where the purest blues lie hidden, into the grass where insects went on their way through a forest of the brightest green, into outer space where purple and pink nebulas were the definition of the beautiful unknown. You tried capturing each and every one with a brush, swirling the tip into colors and turning it into more colors. George loved it, the way your eyes reflected the many pigments. He loved it so much. He loved you so much.

Neville: A sweet melody drifted from your lips as Neville pulled you close. A soft sweet lullaby that made him want to sleep, even freeze time so that he'd be able to listen to your voice forever. It was an escape from so many things, was your voice. They say that art decorated space, but music was what you use to decorate time. Everytime you sang, no matter if it was just a line from your favourite song or an entire melody that Neville never knew the name to, he always, always considered it a few minutes well spent.

Oliver: Oliver fell in love with you on a broom, and he figured he will do so a little more every time he swung his leg over one. He loved Quidditch even before he met you but his liking skyrocketed when the both of you flew together, surrounded in nothing but blue skies and white puffy clouds. It was a rush, a thrill to do something you love with someone you love and Oliver now knew that firsthand now, thanks to you.

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