Harry Potter Preferences

Simple Little Times

Harry: You and Harry walked through the ruins of an old British castle hand in hand. Having strayed 'accidentally' away from the tour group, Harry had given you a solid excuse, saying that the both of you had spent enough time in a magical castle with dangers lurking at every corner to worry about a dormant stuffy nonmagical one. Now you wandered around aimlessly pointing at some somewhat intact tapestries and squinting back at disfigured busts and statues. The silent atmosphere made for the perfect companion to the mystery of the ancient place. Harry couldn't help but sneak kisses in. After all, it was a date.

Ron: After Ron had gotten used to driving a Ford Anglia that wasn't floating a few feet's off the ground, the two of you sometimes just roam around. You didn't have a particular motive or destination sometimes. Even if you did, it was usually just an errand or a quick trip to the grocery store. Always, you spent more time than needed just taking the longer way home. The soft thrum of the car engine was strangely soothing to the both of you. Also, always, your hands were usually intertwined between the both of you, even if you didn't utter a word during the ride. You liked that, it gave you an anchor to come back to if your gaze out the windows ever drifted too far.

Draco: For a sometimes stuffy guy like Draco, it came as a surprise to you that whenever he felt like it or whenever soft music was playing, he would pull you into a dance right then, right there. The first time you were a bit surprised and had stumbled more than once but as the dances became more frequent, you became fluent with the steps and the dance became as natural as breathing to you. Numerous parks and museums have seen the two of you glide to the sound of your own music across their polished wooden floors.

Fred: When Fred wasn't causing havoc with his twin, he would spend his time with you. And during that time, he would become the quietest you would ever see him or anyone in that case. He would slip into a universe of his own, eyes glassed over and far away. You, accustomed to these episodes, knew better than to bother him, instead joining him but with homework or a knitting project. For some reason no one ever bothered the both of you at times like this. Just as well, you thought. The world needed people who could respect a vow of silence.

George: Recently George had discovered coloured powder. And he was ecstatic. Immediately, he and Fred devised new products featuring the dust, causing ripples of laughter throughout the student body. Some of them loved the dust and were fascinated by it, just as the twins had been. Having been approached many times to borrow some dust, Fred and George just smirked and said that a wizard should never give away his wand. So the students turned to gathering the dust. Of course, it had already been contaminated by then so that was no fun. But little did they know, that if they were to the Shrieking Shack and turned right and up into the little attic, they would find the room splattered with colors from yours and George's last powder fight.

Neville: Neville spent a lot of time in the school greenhouses, researching plants and what not. You decided to join him one day and found him snipping petals off different colored plants. Confused, you questioned him only to be confronted with a pair of shears and a command to start snipping leaves off a Mandragora. Turns out he was experimenting with "cross-breeding". By the end of the day, Greenhouse 3 was full of vegetative mutations but there was one successful patch of multicoloured roses that Neville had been secretly working on and had given the bouquet to you as a thanks for helping him.

Oliver: Oliver was surprisingly adept at braiding hair. You found out one sleepy rainy Saturday afternoon while laying on a bench. You felt him pick up your hair and play around with a few strands but was too drowsy to take much notice. Then he whispered Done and you turned around mystified. You smiled in delight at the intricate tapestry of hair he had conjured and then you begged him to teach you but you could never really get the hang of it.