Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

Preference - How You First Met (Part 2)

Lol, I was stupid and wrote the next chapter's stories first...speaking of which, Luna, Seamus, Dean and Cedric coming next chapter! ~ Kath

Neville: You were known throughout your year for your badass kindness. In other words, you were fair; you were friendly and nice enough at first, but you hated injustice and would always try to do your best to stop it. During your second year, you were walking to the library to grab some books and complete a Potions assignment when you heard grunts of pain and laughter. Curious, you paused and walked towards the end of the hallway, peeking out through the corner. You were disgusted with what you saw. A female Gryffindor who seemed to be at least in her fourth year, along with a male Ravenclaw who also looked to be in his fourth year, or older, were kicking...something, and laughing each time that thing omitted a sound of pain. Terrified that it was a helpless animal, you charged towards the two older kids, drawing your wand. You yelled at them to stop, and when they turned around to face you, you were shocked, to say the very least, to see a young Gryffindor boy who you'd seen before in your Charms class lying on the ground clutching his stomach and sporting a bloody nose. Anger rushing through your veins, you demanded to know why these two older students were beating up the boy. They sneered at you and replied that it was none of your business. After you raised your wand threateningly, they simply laughed at you, which caused you to go off. Hexing them without another thought, you rushed towards the Gryffindor boy and helped him stand, letting him lean against you as you took him to the Hospital Wing. Upon seeing the boy, Mme. Pomfrey narrowed her eyes and took him from you, closing the door promptly behind her. You were tempted to open the door to check on the door, but you remembered you still had that Potions essay to write. Sighing, you made your way back to the library, resolving to ask him what had happened the next time you saw him Charms.

Ginny: You were a Malfoy, and proud of it. The two of you had first met on the Quidditch field, in your fifth year. Both of you were new to your respective teams, and huge rivals at that. You had decided to go out onto the Quidditch Pitch to practice alone, when you noticed a girl flying around already, her long red locks whipping behind her. Yelling to catch her attention, she came to a stop and went down to the ground. Instantly, you both took notice of the different coloured Quidditch uniforms you were wearing. You raised an eyebrow, wondering if she was a Weasley because of the signature red hair, and around the same time, she seemed to have come to the conclusion that you were a pureblood. You flushed in embarrassment as she brought up the fact that you looked exactly like a Malfoy, but were in Ravenclaw, and not Slytherin like the rest of your treasured family members. Already not liking her, you ignored her remark and instead told her to get off the Quidditch field so you could practice. The redhead raised an eyebrow at you and calmly retorted that she was free to do whatever she wanted, and you couldn't kick her off the field simply because you were a Malfoy - and not even a true one at that. Angered, you yelled that you were indeed a true Malfoy, and challenged her to a quick one-on-one match to prove it and uphold your pride. After a long match (which you had won, you noted smugly), the girl flew down, slightly disappointed. She congratulated you cheerfully, which meant although she was competitive, she was a good sport.  As she walked off the Pitch, you still resting upon your broomstick in the air, you called after her, requesting her name. You saw the girl give you a challenging smirk as she turned and retorted for you to find out for yourself. And with that, she left you on the field alone, determined to find out the identity of this bold girl who had intrigued you. 

Fred: No one could avoid the Weasleys' pranks forever. You knew that. But you persisted anyway...to no avail. Alas, the day came in your third year where you fell victim to one of the Weasleys' infamous pranks. You had kept a low profile for the past few years, never partnering with either of the boys or even offering your name. In History of Magic, you were taking your usual nap in that class, when a piece of paper hit your head. Not being a morning person, you woke up with a start and glared sleepily at the piece of paper. Not bothering to open it, you crumpled it up and tossed it behind you, quickly falling back asleep. This soon became a routine. You would be woken up with a paper airplane hitting your head, you would become grumpy and toss it away, then fall back asleep. After the fifth time, you were completely furious. Who the bloody hell had a death wish and was ruining your much-needed sleep? So you came up with a plan to catch the culprit. During your next History of Magic class, you lay your head down and pretended to be asleep, waiting for the paper airplane. It never came. Until you were woken up with a start by something jabbing you in the shoulder. You fumed, angry that you had actually fallen asleep while pretending to be asleep. You picked the paper up off the ground and were about to crumple it as usual, when you noticed a flash of black on the inside. Curious, you unfolded the airplane and were surprised to find writing on the inside. It simple read 'Thought you could catch me? Think again, Princess/Princes ;)'. At this point, you were beyond frustrated. First, this person thought they could interrupt your naps, then they had noticed that you were faking sleep, and then they had the audacity to call you PRINCESS/PRINCE? You vowed you would catch this idiot, one way or another. The next few classes were the same: you tried to catch them, failed, and received a note on the inside of the airplane. Then one day, while faking being asleep, you remembered that you forgot to finish your Transfiguration essay. Your friend that excelled at Transfiguration usually slept right behind you, so you jolted up and turned around, only to see a certain redhead a couple rows back holding a paper airplane at the ready. Your eyes widened as the boy dropped the airplane in shock. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, unable to form words. The boy known as Fred Weasley gave a sheepish grin along with a wave, before bending down and picking up the airplane He scratched out whatever he had written previously and scribbled something before throwing it towards you. You jolted out of your shock a split second before the paper airplane reached you, and caught it while narrowing your eyes suspiciously at him. The Gryffindor shrugged as his grin grew, leaning back in his chair. You unfolded the paper and a small smile tugged at your lips as you read the message. 'You caught me, Princess/Prince. About time too, slowpoke.'

George: George Weasley. You had heard of the infamous prankster before, but you had never met him, nor had the misfortune of being yet another prank victim. That is...until your sixth year. The Triwizard Tournament was more intense than ever, so Hogwarts decided to host a Yule Bull to lighten everyone's spirits (plus the professors secretly shipped some of the students and were placing bets on who'd ask who to the dance). You had finally plucked up enough courage to ask Cedric, your crush, who just so happened to be competing in the big tournament, to the ball. A kind Hufflepuff had pointed you in the direction where they had last seen him heading, so you were wandering through the halls, trying to find him. You turned the corner and saw Cedric's back. You prepared to call out to him until you noticed he was with someone else. Even worse, he was not only with some girl, but he was kissing her. You immediately recognized the popular Ravenclaw, Cho Chang. Tears stinging your eyes, you turned swiftly on your heel and ran, not having a particular place in mind. You just needed to get away. Suddenly, you ran right into something hard, the force throwing you back. You fell flat on your bottom, which only made your mood worse. You heard a male voice ask if you were okay, and reluctantly, you looked up to see a ginger who seemed to be in your year. He introduced himself as George Weasley and offered you his hand.  Taking it warily, you stood, muttering a quick thanks before walking away. He called after you, and you stopped, shocked that he knew your name. Facing him, you watched as he ran towards you and asked if you would go to the Yule Ball with him. You raised an eyebrow, unsure whether it was a prank or not. You could never be too sure, especially since he was known for his pranks. Taking a risk, you said yes and watched as his face formed a lazy grin. He took your hand once again and kissed it, before running off, leaving you more confused than ever.