Harry Potter imagines and preferences

part three for xleafachanx

Sofia's POV

It's Friday, and I can't sleep. Tomorrow's the Yule Ball. I've been sleeping at eleven pm, waking up at four and not being able to sleep afterwards. I've tried sleeping later, but it doesn't work. I sigh and grab a book, and walk out to the common room. Imani's still sleeping, and she's in the Ravenclaw common room. Hermione's sleeping, and so is Neville. I'm the only one. I sigh and start reading.

I read but feel sleepy, and I give in, relishing the feeling of wanting sleep.

I feel a tap on my shoulder. My eyes open, and I turn to see Hermione. 

"What time is it?" I ask.

"Six thirty in the morning." she replies.

"Lessons start at eight, thank god." I say.

"Listen, Sofia, I know you've been unable to sleep." she says.

"What? I'm fine. All good. Perfect." I say nervously.

"I watch you. I also put that sleeping spell on you. You were snoring. What's bothering you?" she asks.

"I guess it's the Triwizard games. I have a bad feeling about this, Hermione. A huge, Draco Malfoy ego sized bad feeling."

"Me too. I wish there was something we could do about it." She admits.

We spend the morning talking, and we quickly change and rush to the Great Hall to look for Imani, Luna, Neville, Ron, and Harry.

We find Luna, Neville, Ron and Harry huddled at one area in the Great hall.

"What's going on?" I ask, as I push in, only to stop, shocked.

Pictures of Imani, Neville, Luna, Hermione and me are up, with things written under them.

Imani : Nerd, too nice she seems two faced.

Neville : Wimp, dumb.

Luna : Crazy, lunatic.

Hermione : Nerd, know it all.

Sofia : Misfit, loner.

We stare at these in shock. Imani is nice, not two faced. Neville isn't dumb or a wimp. Luna isn't crazy or a lunatic. Hermione is a know it all, but not the kind that brags about it. I'm not a loner. Sure, I don't really fit it, but that doesn't make me a misfit.

I hear snickering and see Pansy, doubled over in laughter. Crabbe and Goyle laugh with her, but Draco doesn't react. I'm about to walk over to them to break all three of their noses, but Imani holds me back.

"Mcgonagall told me if you did it again, you'll have detention with Filch," she says.

I flip Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy the middle finger, ignoring the gasps of the surrounding tables.

What? I've never been ladylike in my whole life. Why start now?

I walk to the table we sit in, acting like it isn't a big deal. I don't care what they say about me - I care what they say about my friends.

Ron and Imani sit together, holding hands under the table. I eat my food. Baked beans, turkey slices, chicken sausages, yoghurt, toast, and english muffins. I see Hermione staring at my plate, and I look at hers. A single pancake sits sadly on her plate. I shake my head and continue eating.

Imani's POV

After breakfast, I bid the Gryffindors goodbye and walk to Care of Magical Creatures with Luna. We go to the back of Hagrid's hut and see this beautiful winged creature. A hippogriff. We learn about them, and I step in front when we're allowed to pet it.

I get on it, despite the yells of alarm and I cling on tight.

We fly high above the Black lake, and I'm silenced by the beauty of the sight. My hair billows behind me and I nearly fall of multiple times. When we get down, Hagrid pats me on the back, making me fall, but I'm all smiles. When class is over and it's lunch, Luna hugs me and says , "That was very brave."

I smile in reply.

During lunch, I sit with our group. We call it the Gryffinclaw squad. At the table, Sofia rants about the abusive ways of Mad - eye and Harry nods vigorously - Sofia angry is like having a hungry tiger - you can either feed it and calm it down or you can let it eat you.

After lunch, I follow the Gryffindors back to their common room - since the Yule ball is tommorow, today we only have one lesson. We play chess, me and Ron, Sofia and Fred talking about pranks and Sofia giving ideas, Harry talking to Luna about Nargles and Neville copying Hermione's homework because he forgot to do it.

At night, I slip into Sofia's dorm room she shares with Hermione and , ugh, Lavender, who isn't here today. I slip into her bed and go to sleep. I've brought my things for tomorrow, so I wouldn't have to walk to the Ravenclaw common room. 

I go to sleep, the room filled with breathing, and I hope that Sofia's condition gets better - Hermione told me.

I can't stop writing Imani imagines - I'm addicted. This will probably go on for a very long time.