Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

Preference - How You First Met (Part 3)

Luna: It was your second year at Hogwarts, and still Pansy Parkinson insisted on bullying you. You had just received many punches to the face and to the stomach. You cringed as you felt some begin to bruise...You hit the stall door angrily, trying to make the pain go to your hand so your stomach would stop cramping. It was no use. You could feel tears welling up again, this time of frustration. You ran out of the bathroom and out of the castle, standing on the Hogwarts ground. You collapsed into a heap on the grass and you sobbed, thinking no one would hear you. So of course, you were surprised when you felt a soft hand being placed upon your shaking shoulder, hearing a gentle voice ask if you were okay. You looked up, your cheeks tearstained, and saw a girl with long pale blonde hair with an inviting, warm smile. She asked you if you needed to talk to someone and you quickly shook your head no, though you suspected that this girl was someone you could trust. She introduced herself and asked if the nargles were bothering you. You were confused, so she repeated the question. You felt a smile play at your lips as you asked what a nargle was. The girl's eyes lit up as she talked about the strange creature. You were intrigued, and you couldn't help but watch her hand movements as well. Once she had finished, she asked if you were okay, your response being 'I am now', a genuine smile gracing your features.

Seamus: You were three years old when your parents invited some friends over for your third birthday. Naturally, you were excited. A birthday party! All for you! Maybe there would even be other kids for you to play with. You were fiddling with the ends of your t-shirt when your mom walked in and announced there was someone she'd like you to meet. You nodded nervously and hid behind her as the two of you walked out of your room. You were introduced to several of her childhood friends, with you clutching onto your mom's dress and shyly waving at the adults. Then, you took notice of a young boy around your age copying your actions and shaking his head at his own mother who looked like she was trying to encourage him to go talk to others. You tugged on your mom's dress and pointed towards the little boy. Her face lit up in delight as she called out a name and the mother of the boy looked up and smiled. Your mom walked towards the other woman and embraced her happily. You peeked another curious glance at the boy who was also still hiding behind his mom, only to find he had had the same idea in mind. You giggled and walked out from behind your mom and introduced yourself with a smile. He returned his own name, and the two of you ditched your mothers to go play with the toy trains in your room. Needless to say, you and Seamus quickly became the best of friends.

Dean: It was your first year, and needless to say, you were nervous. You didn't know what the bloody hell Hogwarts was, being a Muggleborn, and you were worried that you'd be judged like you were at all your old schools for being different. You wandered around the train station searching for Platform 9 3/4. Seeing no sign of it, you gave up and asked a man wearing a work uniform standing nearby if he could help you find it, receiving a nasty glare in return and a request to not waste his time with meaningless pranks. Did that mean the letter was a joke? Was there really no Hogwarts? A boy around your age with dark skin came into view, and he was also pushing a cart filled with books. Hoping that he wouldn't shy away from you, you asked him if he knew where Platform 9/34 was. You were surprised when he pointed towards a rather large pillar. You frowned and tried to peer around it, feeling embarrassed when the boy laughed and said you weren't looking at the right place. He asked you something strange...if you were a muggleborn. Not willing to ask what it was, you nodded, pretending to know. He laughed again, saying that it made sense. He took your hand in his suddenly, causing you to shoot him a confused and reluctant look. Shaking his head with a grin that screamed 'trust me', he ran towards the pillar, dragging you with him. You instinctively screamed and closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the impact. But it never came. Opening your eyes, you saw that you were now on a strange platform, a huge red train in view. But the boy was gone. You hoped you see him again.  

Cedric: It was your second year at Hogwarts and you were a little worried about what was happening in the Wizarding World. Everyone was rejoicing that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was dead, but that couldn't be. How could an all-powerful wizard be defeated by just a small baby? It made no sense. Lost in your thoughts on your way to Potions, you weren't really looking where you were going. You were totally zoned out, just walking along the halls mindlessly, when you rammed into something....or rather, someone. There was a sudden clatter and all of the person's books fell to the ground with a thud, his quills landing slower and softer. You were mortified as he bent over and began to try and gather up all his belongings while trying not to get stepped on by the large crowd of students. You knelt as well and helped the boy, apologizing profusely. He kept on saying that it was alright, but you still felt really bad and asked how you could make it up to him. The boy explained that his so-called best friends had recently backstabbed him, leaving him for the more popular kids, so he asked if you minded him sitting with you for a while. Of course you didn't, this boy seemed so kind...not to mention good-looking. You both introduced yourselves and the very next day, you two sat beside each other in Transfiguration.