REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!
- and everyday, I feel myself falling more and more for you.
these are harry potter imagines and one-shots. slip yourself into the shoes of the main character, and fall for those of your choice.
Her uniform grazes across the tables of the Dining Hall. You watch in awe with the rest of the students, goosebumps coarsing along your body as she moves. Her light uniform brings all the attention on her, although many of the other Beauxbaton students are wearing the same- she outshines them.
She relishes in the attention, the gaping jaws, the applause and the whispers. Just as quickly as she dashed into the room, she sits down with a grace. Her light eyes dart across the room as she beams politely.
You watch as everyone else follows your lead, eyes drawing to her- wanting to catch her attention. She smiles again as one of her friends leans forward, whispering. Her french accent slides across the room, everyone feeling their attraction grow greatly.
Hermione nudges you carefully with a little laugh, "and I think you've fallen in love."
"With a Veela nonetheless." You inhale, your cheeks flustering. You lick your dry lips and are among the first to turn toward the Durmstrang entrance.
Hermione gives a little chuckle, "I thought I had been the only one who noticed it. Merlin, even I have the urge to fawn all over her."
"Let is try not to do such a thing," you laugh once more, linking arms with your best friend. You watch carefully as the Durmstrang students march through, whispering now taking over the room.
"Viktor Krum," Ron turns to Harry with wide eyes, and Hermione leans forward to whisper to you again.
"It looks like he's about to embarrass himself," the two of you snicker, and when you glance up you burst into a wide smile.
"Mione, you'll never guess who totally checked you out." She swats your hair, glancing down at her large uniform, her robe slipped over her otherwise soft shirt and skirt.
"You're being serious?"
"Yes, Viktor Krum totally eyed you." You throw your head back and laugh, watching as her cheeks begin to blush this time.
"Stop it y/n, you know we're nothing alike!" She shakes her head sharply, and turns around to avoid any type of eye contact with Viktor.
"You say that now but just you wait Hermione," her arm unlinks from yours, and she narrows her eyes at you in a silent argument. You drop the conversation as Dumbledore stands up and begins to speak.
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Your eyes dwindle around the courtyard, smiling as you walk alone through groups of students. You push your way down toward a heavily wooded area, tugging at your bag.
Once you've set yourself on the small dock that exceeds the lake, you pull your items from your charmed bag. Overhead you can hear some students attempting to skip rocks, hammering each other about ways to get Fleur Delacour to notice them.
