Harry Potter Preferences

Pick Up Lines

Harry: You and Harry were walking side by side in Hogsmeade, watching the snow fall and listening to the bustle of the other students as they dashed in and out of shops. Somehow, Harry had forgotten his gloves and though he said nothing and shoved his hands into his pockets, you could sense that they were still chilly inside. "My hands are cold." He muttered. Not sure whether or not that sentence was meant for you to hear but not caring anyway, you reached into his pockets and grabbed his hands, letting the warmth from yours flow into his. He sighed in relief but it was cut short when a sudden thought struck him. With a slight edge to his voice, he said, "Thanks. Now my lips are kinda cold too." Laughing, you slipped out of his grasp and began taunting him, saying that if he wanted warmth, he'd have to catch you first.

Ron: You were helping Ron clear his room after Molly had ticked him off about it, promising him no dinner if it wasn't spick and span by the time she came around for a checkup. He had groaned for a short time but eventually cheered up after he realized he'd be spending the otherwise boring and torturous time with you. So he was happy. You, on the other hand, were more than slightly shocked of the state of his room, if it could even be called that. It seemed to you to be just a pile of clutter. He blushed when you said so, explaining that he had been looking for something and hadn't had time to clean up yet. "For a minute there, I thought I was dating a hoarder!" You laughed, picking up books and stacking them. Ron smiled, "No, I may not be one," he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, "but I sure am planning on keeping you."

Draco: You and Draco were lazying on the random seats strewn around Hogwarts when he asked you what you thought of him when you first met. Yawning a bit, you said that you thought he was nice albeit a tad aloof, but you figured that that wasn't his fault and just the way he was brought. You hadn't planned on dating him, just wondered if you'd be friends. After finishing, you asked him the same time. To your surprise and immense curiosity, his face bloomed with red and he spoke stuttering, "Why would you want to know?" "It's only fair," you poked him. "Come on, I won't laugh, promise." After a thought, he relented and with pink dusting his pale face, he admitted that even at first glance, he was captivated and definitely imagined a future with you. "I'd even thought of a pick up line for when we'd first say hi." He said, laughingly getting bolder. At your request, he said it, "Do you have a name or can I call you mine?" To which you squealed and he chuckled, realizing that if he had had used it, it would have been a hit.

Fred: Dumbledore has just announced a costume party for Halloween and the whole school was in a buzz about it. Fred approached you and asked you what you were going as. You answered you didn't know yet a bit hesitantly, because he had that telltale glint in his eye that gave away that he was up to something. "Well, you should go as a ghost." He suggested, gaze still gleaming as he shrugged nonchalantly. Ever the more suspicious, you asked him why. Fred's face broke into a grin then, as if he was hoping you'd ask. "Coz then you can go as my boo." Cue a disgusted groan from George and a fit of uncontrollable giggles from you.

George: You were just innocently walking down the hallway to tour common room when a series of thundering footsteps came from behind you. You turned around when a familiar voice warned you not to move another step loudly. Then, before you could even blink, you were carried off your feet and into the air. When you had your wits back, you realized you were in the arms of none other than George Weasley. "George? What are you doing?" He grinned, "I thought you'd might be tired." Your eyebrow arched upwards, "Why so?" He tried to feign innocence as he looked to the side, pretending to think. "Well, mostly because you've been running all over my mind all day."

Neville: It was a nice day in the muggle world, you mused as you walked down a street, arm in arm with Neville, who grumbled a bit. Just a few minutes ago, he had wanted to buy something but because he hadn't yet got the hang of how muggle money worked so he was short on cash, having left most of it at home. "If only I had a dollar for every time I did something, how great would that be." He murmured, making you chuckle. "What would that thing be?" He thought for a bit, before answering, "Thinking of you would make me the richest man alive." Then he paused as if just realizing something and shaking his head in a dismissive way, said, "No, that wouldn't work." A little mystified, you asked why. "I would only have one dollar. You've never left my mind from the first time I met you."

Oliver: You sat in a merry group of friends, laughing and chatting away. Oliver was amongst them and once in a while, he'd glance at you. Soon, a game cropped up, how to play was to rate everyone in the group from a number from one to ten. It had no objective but it was better then Spin the Bottle. When it was Oliver's turn, everyone knew he was going to rate you a ten, you were dating after all. But when he got to you, he said, "Nine." Everyone caught their breath and looked towards you. You smirked at him and he at you, you knew him well enough to know that he hadn't finished his sentence yet. "Because I'm the one you need."

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