Harry Potter Preferences

Colours

Harry: Your color was red. Red meant war and danger. Harry hated and loved it when you were by his side in battle, because anything that put you in any danger he loathed and then again, when you were with him, he knew he could everything and anything for you were his strength. Red also meant passion, emotion and most of all, love. All were what he felt deeply for you and as he held your hand in the darkest of time, knew that he would feel that way forever.

Ron: Your color was green. Green like the jealousy that tinted his line of sight when he saw you laughing with someone else. Green like the disgust he felt when he reminded himself that you weren't even his in the first place. Green like the growth you both went through to finally understand each other and that trust was of utmost importance in the rapids they called love. Green like the color that indicated safety on busy roads, similar to how he let himself fall onto you, safely knowing that you'd be there to catch him always, like he would be for you too.

Draco: Your color was white. You looked at this world with pure eyes, untouched by the cruelty of life. This isn't to say you haven't experienced any hardships, just that even after the strife and sorrow life puts you through, your light never dimmed. Sometimes, Draco felt like his whole body, being and essence was pitch black, corrupted and dirty. Then you'd smile at him and a flicker of the brightest light would catch on fire in his very center, his heart and his soul.

Fred: Your color was purple. People often said that you and Fred were the very definition of opposites attract and you'd wonder. Purple had two sides too and both of you were either side. You were the stability part, royal and mysterious in the way you held yourself as you walked down the corridors with a dignity that could never be broken, inspiring awe and admiration. Fred was the creative part, clever and original in the sense that he'd rather carve his own path with his bare hands than follow the one already worn with others' footsteps. Such different pieces yet so complete when together.

 George: Your color was yellow. George was the sunshine in your life and he strove to brighten your every day, making sure there was always room for joy and happiness. Like yellow is an attention-grabbing color, so you did with his attention. He only had eyes for you, sight caving in everytime he saw you. You made him so happy and grateful that he wanted to make sure you knew this and feel equally as loved and cherished back.

Neville: Your color was grey. Your relationship with Neville was never turbulent, it was always calm and stable, something you was deeply grateful to him for as you knew you could be a handful sometimes. Even though he didn't really realize this, as much as you've told him, you really admired Neville. He was smart in ways that were quiet and subtle but the sharp intelligence was there. It was also a definite given that he was way more mature than you could ever be and thus he was like an anchor for you, a balloon that drifted off everywhere. He was the one you wanted to grow old with, the one you wanted to love and be loved by forever.

Oliver: Your color was brown. Oliver had a certain feel about him. Maybe it was his posture and build or maybe just the way he was., you were never able to pinpoint it exactly. But whatever it was made you feel comfort and secure and assurance around him like no other. Being a nature lover, if you had to describe Oliver, you would say the trees at dawn, the cozy feeling of autumn and the soft glow of a warm hearth. If home was a person, then Oliver was definitely yours.