Harry Potter Preferences

What's A Soulmate?

Harry:

It's like a best friend but more.

Harry Potter was a lonely child and spent most of his early childhood alone. When he finally met you, Ron and Hermione on the Hogwarts Express, he was beyond ecstatic. Even then, he was still a bit reserved, never jumped into things unless you asked him to, like he was programmed to wait until you gave him permission. You noticed and your heart broke a little every time it happened. So one day you sat him down and pried a promised out of him to be less cautious whenever it came to friendships. He stuck to it, even if it was mostly only with you for a period of time. Harry loved it that he could be more open and thus smiley and happier with you. For the longest time, when he would call you his best friend, it would feel wrong somehow, because even then Harry knew you were something more than just a best friend. You were everything to him, even if he didn't know how to say it.

Ron:

It's the one person who knows you better than anyone else.

You prided yourself on many things, one of them was not observance. Countless times the person that little details slipped by, you focused on the entire picture. So it rather infuriated you when you just couldn't stop looking at a certain Ronald Bilius Weasley. It was like he had a magnetic field, the way you tried to break away but rather pathetically, almost always fail to. The only thing more aggravating than the constant staring problems was the fact that you had his entire person memorized to perfection. The way he never knew where to put his long arms you were entirely too familiar with. The blossoming red on his cheeks whenever he dropped something or when Hermione snarked him was carved into your mind. Of course, your brain would dedicate its power into making sure you knew Ron perfectly rather than that Transfiguration test next Monday. Still, a small part of you wouldn't have it any other way, because looking at him was like looking at a piece of intricate art.

Draco:

That someone who makes you a better person.

Draco didn't have the best reputation, even if he did want to. It came with the name, he knew, but sometimes he wished that people would be more accepting that maybe the word Malfoy wasn't the only that defined him. Some did, one of them being you and though you both didn't know each too well and never held a proper conversation, he always threw a small grateful smile your way. Then one day, he was at the library and couldn't help but overhear a few snide comments from the third years behind him. The words were uttered at the lowest of volumes, clearly weren't meant for him to hear but unfortunately for both parties, Draco's hearing was exceptionally good. He kept calm, but when the whispers didn't cease for ten minutes, he stood up and stormed over. Whipping out his wand, he pointed it at the third years, who looked like deer caught in headlight. Draco had just started uttering a jinx when at the corner of his eye, he saw you. Instantly the wind went completely out of his sails. He let them off with a vicious warning and walked over to you. Taking you by utter surprise, he started pleading for you not to give up on him. You looked him in the eye and told him never.

Fred:

A soulmate is someone you carry with you forever.

When you were twelve, Fred had given you a pebble. At the time, you looked at him like he was crazy, but he explained that it kind of, sort of looks like a heart and thought that you might like it. You examined it once again and agreed that it looked seventy percent looked like a heart. So you kept it. All throughout Hogwarts, you had it strung on a piece of cord around your neck. Fred noticed the first time and always was on the lookout for it. He knew just where it rested between your collarbones and sometimes nudged it into place if it slid askew. If it was absent, he would ask you where it was. His behavior was endearing and when you asked hwy he cared so much about the little "heart", he responded with a soft smile that it held a very special meaning to him. The day he had given you the stone heart was also the day he had given you his true one. Ever since that day, his heart starting beating only for you.

George:

No, actually they don't make you a better person, you do that by yourself because they inspire you.

In spite of having a good brain, George found himself slacking way too many times. Problem was, he didn't see the point of catching up, which slowly became a huge issue, causing little assignments to pile up into the size of a small hill. being his good friend, you were around him twenty four seven and it drove you crazy to see how loose he was on his studies. Little did you know, he was cracking too, seeing all of his fellows getting good grades and prepping tirelessly for tests began to take a toll on him. One person that effected him the most was you, somehow he felt guilty staying by your side all the time with his current studies, as if he was unworthy of you. His mind snapped and he turned over a new leaf overnight. In the morning, he sought you out to beg you to help him with work, which you did gladly.

Neville:

It's the one person who knew you, accepted you and believed in you long before anyone did or when no one else would.

Neville's grandmother would never have thought that this day would come. Even then, she was experiencing it with her own two eyes. Neville was getting married. To one of the finest girls she knew too, which was you. The first playdate, if she was being honest, was to merely distract Neville from her tulips and roses just that one day, but after that, her grandson was constantly asking for you. Years passed and the both of you were the closest. He knew your favorite color and song, even if it changed every two days. You accepted his clumsiness and forgetfulness, constantly helping him overcome it. You believed in each other, holding each other's hands tightly and never letting go even when the toughest winds tried to blow you off the stepping stones of life. Grandma Longbottom looked up when the music began, to see her Neville's eyes light up with such a light and knew you were walking down the aisle. Dabbing softly at the edges of her eyes, she thought, maybe she did know in a way.

Oliver:

And no matter what happens, you'll always love them.

You had no idea what was happening, but you knew it was slowly driving you insane. The fights were always full of dry anger, biting and spiteful comments. And as the weeks passed, they became more frequent. Suddenly, everything could be used as an incentive to yell at him, no matter how unreasonable. Sometimes, you'd think to let him off, but then the bitterness comes knocking and reminding you that he'd never done so for you. So you yell. Then he does. And for the next few minutes, you saw red, then blue and finally grey. The cycle continued. Then one night, you couldn't seem to be able to summon the same old dry anger that bit and snapped, instead wet anger took you over. Tears rolled down your cheeks and with them red with shame and emotion, you stumbled to the door and softly sniffling, grasped around for the doorknob, it seemed to always be a couple of inches away from your hand, due to the tears. Oliver called your name and you froze, taken aback by how high strung his voice was with emotion. His arms took you in and you laid there crying. With his tears in your hair, Oliver whispered that he was truly sorry and that he would always love you even if you didn't forgive him for being such an idiot. You did.

And nothing could ever change that.