Harry Potter Preferences

Cute Platonic Things

Harry: You had an allergy and Harry would flip out whenever it worked up, which is like thrice a month because you were just an irresponsible little crap. So when you had to be sent to Madam Pomprey that one time your allergy rendered you almost unable to breath properly, Harry was bouncing off the walls in anxiety. Ever since then, he kept a packet of medication in his pockets always, in case you were being adventurous again.

Ron: Ever since you were kids, you and Ron had a habit of nicknames for each other, both annoying ones and endearing ones. It became natural to you now whenever you passed each other in the hallways, you'd use them. People found it a bit strange at first, but eventually everyone adopted the names too. Ron was slightly pissed, since it was supposed to be his and your thing only, so he made up new ones that he made sure to use only when you were alone.

Draco: As one of the top pure-blood families, the Malfoy family always had a fancy event to attend every now and then. Draco hated it all. Ironically, you met him at one and bonded through mutual despise of how many spoons and forks there were and how extra the dress code was. He realized that with you around to rant with, the stuffy balls weren't as bad as before. So now, he took you out as his date whenever the need arose, saving him from the pompous girls his father picked out for him and actually having a good time. You didn't mind, since you liked spending time with him too and his whispered comments about the whole thing left you in tears.

Fred: One time, when you were staying the night at the Burrow, Fred was feeling mischievous. Only problem? It was midnight and as much as he would've liked to set the cat loose with a string of pots and pans tied to its tail, he wasn't feeling the same to die at the hands of his mother. He also wanted to see you, since you arrived late at night and he didn't have a chance to spend any time with you yet. So he sneaked out of his room and into yours. Seeing you were sleeping, he crept up to you, whispered into your ear to wake up. Then, he realized that you were feigning sleep, to which he responded, "If that's how you want to play it." He then poked you and you let out a burst of soft giggles, dropping your sleep cover. Both of you stayed up till dawn that night catching up.

George: George was always a cuddling kind of guy, but he also had trust issues. He didn't just cuddle anyone random. Hugging his family was okay, but cuddling was a bit crossing the line, he thought. He needed someone who knew him well enough to just spend hours spooning and not talking. The person closest to him was obviously Fred, but there was little chance of him keeping quiet. Then you came into the picture and George found his cuddle buddy. There was a period of time when George would try to keep the cuddles to a minimum, since he started seeing you as more than a friend then and since he didn't know if you felt the same way, he didn't want to complicate your relationship. But when he finally confessed and you accepted, the cuddle sessions came back full force.

Neville: You became a magic lecturer about the same time as Neville became a teacher. Basically you travel to the magic schools all around the world and lecture about the subjects you specialize in, kind of a first in the wizarding world. You always looked forward to the visits to Hogwarts. You told people it was because you were an alumni and Hogwarts is your home and stuff like that, but you harbored another reason. Every time you were there, you would stay a weekend over, and spend time with Neville, who looked forward to your visits as much as you did. Morning coffee with him was worth the teasing of the students, you think.

Oliver: Oliver often said to you with a deadpan face that he was 99% sure that the only reason you were friends with him was to steal all his jumpers and hoodies. You forced the giggles down and with the straightest face you could muster through the urge to guffaw, said that now he knew, you had to terminate him. With that, you snatched a pillow and threw it in his face, ran to his dresser and swiped one last hoodie. With a triumphant yell, you ran out of the room. You didn't get far, Oliver caught you easily. But he let you keep the hoodie.

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